A/n: Okay, this is the first of quite a few drabbles where the drabble has very little to do with what the title suggests. I don't think any of you care though, as long as the drabble's good right. :)

Gundamjunkierx780-I'm glad you enjoyed it. It seems some people can't enjoy works of fiction because of their religious beliefs (ex-The Da Vinci Code), but it's nice to see you aren't that way (if I didn't read anything that contradicted my beliefs I wouldn't read very much, lol). I actually have a friend who's a Baptist…and Bush supporter…we don't talk politics, lol. Thanks for reviewing. :)

Blonde-Existentialist-Thank you, I didn't know I'd get a response from someone who thinks the same way (I admit my belief in this stems from my belief in nature and Darwin's laws). I'm glad you liked it. :)

Maylin-Chan-But…I will be the one taking over…so it's all good. I didn't cry about Hughes nor did I cry during Grave of the Fireflies. But I cry at odd times and don't cry at other odd times. I cried for the Rurouni Kenshin OVA Reflections…and when my hamster died in the third grade. :)

The Air Alchemist-Thank you, though it seems I won't be getting any flames, lol. I was kidding about the spider thing, there's no undertone on that drabble at all about them. I just like to make stupid jokes, lol. :)

Thanks for reviewing Flava Sava, saffiremoon21, and Amazonian Anime Queen. :)

Write a wise saying and your name will live forever.

Anonymous

Avenue

"Come on sir," Fuery urged, his brow lined with sweat. "What is it?"

Roy avoided contact, staring intently at his desk, burning a hole threw it with his gaze. "Just let me think for a second…"

"You've had enough time already Colonel!" Havoc snapped. "Tell us!"

Roy growled. "Fine…it's…it's…"

"Spit it out Mustang!"

"It's…Likorish Mi,"

Breda's jaw dropped. "You're kidding," he and Roy's other subordinates did their best to contain their laughter. "Do you have any idea what that sounds like?"

Roy gnashed his teeth together. "I'm well aware what it sounds like…" his eyes shot to Breda. "Butter Biscuit," Falman. "Cheeky Boi," Fuery. "Butch Blow," Havoc. "Noah Sexington,"

The colonel leaned back in his chair smugly, letting the weight of what he said sink in.

Finally, Havoc spoke. "Who the hell thought of this as the way to choose your stripper name?"

"Yeah," Fuery whined. "Not every pet or street name is appropriate for a stripper name,"

"Damn right," Havoc muttered sourly before turning to Riza, who sat apart from the small group, working. "What about you Lieutenant?"

Riza looked up from her work, glaring daggers into Havoc. "You don't expect me to figure out what my stripper name would be, do you?"

"Yes,"

Riza snorted and went back to her work. "You shouldn't be wasting time like this," her hand slithered to her hip holster. "You all have work to do,"

"Come on Riza," Roy insisted. "Do this for us, and I promise to make it up to you," he smiled suggestively, and Havoc resisted the urge to gag.

Riza sighed. "Fine…Boo Boo Third Avenue," her glare didn't waver, burning into every single one of the men, just asking them to laugh.

None of them did.

END

A/n: Did any of you notice the little 'meanings' of the names:)