Can't think of words to say…except…ragingmongoose, when do ya think we could go to the fair?
Disclaimer: Even if I did own FMA, the world would still suck.
Furer Bradley walked into the studio and sat down on the stool. He had vowed, he would conquer the ominous voice, just as Scar had…NOT!
"Know your star, know your stars, know your stars…"
"Get on with it!"
"Furer Bradley…he likes to play with Barbie dolls…"
"No, I do not…"
"Suuuure, you deny it, but we all know it's true."
Furer just sat there smiling.
"Furer Bradley…he takes anger management classes…"
"No, actually, I TEACH anger management classes."
"Uh-huh… Furer Bradley…his mustache makes him look old…"
"Well, technically, I AM old…"
"Exactly… Furer Bradley…he bugs me…"
"Thank you!"
"Damn! You're annoying!"
"Once again, thank you!"
"Dammit… Furer Bradley…he wears women's clothing!"
"LE GASP! HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THAT?"
"…hahaha… Furer Bradley…he's French…."
"I FIND THAT OFFENSIVE!"
"Why?...You said Le you know…"
"Shut up."
"Furer Bradley…are you hungry?"
"Huh?" The furer scratched his head. "I…guess so?"
"Good." (hears phone dialing) "Hello?...yes…I would like to order 500 pizzas please…"
"500!"
"Uh-huh…I'm serious…uh all of them cheese, except one Hawaiian…"
"NO! I HATE BOTH THOSE!"
"Uh, yeah…how will I be paying? Um, credit card…It's under the name Furer Bradley…"
"WHAT? NO! I DON'T EVEN LIKE PIZZA!"
"Uh-huh…$7500?"
"NOOOOO! STOP! I COMMAND YOU!"
"Hey! It's Tuesday! Ya know…your 555 deal?...Ah, okay…so then $2500?"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"Okay…thank you…Buh-bye…Oh, right…um, 26nd studio…fanfiction…okay…buh-bye…" I put the phone back up and turned to see Bradley in fetal position. "…Oh, well! Tune in next time for FMA Know Your Stars!"
I know it was short, and probably sucked, but whatever…Review or die.