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Winry sat in the chair playing with her hair. (A/N: Woah! Omigosh that rhymed!)
"Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars…"
"Winry Rock-something…She's a natural bluenette…"
"Um, what? Blue isn't even a hair color…and I'm BLOND. See?" Winry waved her hair around to prove her point.
"Uh-huh. Suuure…Winry Rock-something…she's a psychopathic murder…"
Winry: O.O "Um, no. I am a very loving person!"
(You hear Ed and Al crack up backstage)
Winry hears this and gets angry. "Ed! Al! SHUT THE HELL UP!"
(Silence)
Winry sits back in her chair and smiles sweetly.
"…Ooookay…Winry Rock-something…her favorite band is NSYNC…"
"No way. I wouldn't be caught dead listening to that group."
"You hurt NSYNC's feelings…"
Just then, Justin, Chris, Lance, Joey, and JC came out and started beat Winry. After several minutes of the ancient boy-band beating Winry, they stopped and started walking casually out of the stage except for JC, who was crying on Lance's shoulder about everyone being a critic.
"…Wow…does it hurt?"
Winry looked up at me with a black eye. "OF COURSE IT FRICKEN HURTS! THEY PUNCHED ME!"
"Sheesh…Testy…Winry Rock-something…her favorite animals are squirrels…"
"Squirrels? Uh, not really…I like dogs best…"
"Aw, you the poor squirrely's feelings…"
"Uh, sorry?"
"Sorry doesn't cut it."
Just then, hoards of squirrels came out from no where and attacked Winry.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Unfortunately, Winry was tied to a chair, and was being bombarded with nuts, and having her eyes scratched out.
(Backstage)
"Ya think we should help her Ed?" Al asked.
"Yeah, I guess so…after I get a few pictures for my site, then I'll transmute the squirrels."
"OH! Don't hurt the poor squirrely-whirleys!"
Ed stared at Al for a minute. "Mmm…yyyeah…TO THE STAGE!" Ed did a pose and ran off to the stage.
(On Stage)
The squirrel's were almost ready to start stripping Winry, when Ed and Al showed. "FEAR NOT WINRY!" Ed screamed.
"I'M DOOMED!"
Ed clapped his hands and then placed them on the floor. And aura surrounded the squirrels, and then a bright light surrounded the studio. When we opened our eyes, we realized that Ed had not exactly gotten hid of the problem.
"CHICKENS? YOU TURNED THE SQUIRRELS INTO CHICKENS?" Al turned to his brother.
"Hey! Let's face it! Getting attacked by chickens is way worse than getting attacked by squirrels! And more embarrassing!" Ed whipped out his camera. "BWAHAHAHAHA!"
"EEEEEEDDDDDDD!" Winry screamed as the squirrels, now transmutated into chickens, began to peck her to death.
After about twenty minutes of that, the chickens began to fly off.
"Man, your friends really hate you…"
Winry, barely alive, yet infuriated, looked up. "SHUT UP!"
"Ooo, did I make you angry chicken girl?"
"GRR! OF COURSE YOU MADE ME ANGRY! AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE CHICKENS!"
This called for a second assault by the chickens.
"…Winry Rock-something…the chickens hate her…"
The chickens stopped attacking Winry and clucked in agreement.
"Yeah, well I hate them too!"
The chickens promptly turned around and started drilling Winry apart.
"…When will you learn…"
"AH! HELP ME!"
"Oh, so NOW the chicken-hater wants help…"
"YES! HELP ME!"
"Help yourself!"
"I can't move! YOU TIED ME TO THE CHAIR!" Winry screamed through the assault on her face.
"Well, I have my problems too, but ya don't see me whining about it!"
"I'M ABOUT TO DIE!"
"Cluck cluck cluck!"
"STOP CLUCKING AT ME!"
"Cluck! Clucky! Cluck!"
No response.
"…Winry Rock-something…"
Still no response.
"Uh, Winry?"
Silence.
I looked over from my secret place, and I saw Winry lying on the floor with blood everywhere.
"Uh oh…Winry Rock-something…she likes Ed…"
Winry slightly opened her eyes, and lifted her chin. "Not true…"
"A little louder please."
"Can't…stupid chickens."
Yeah. They started attacking her again.
As the massacre continued, I turned to the camera. "And now you know Winry Rock-something. Tune in next time for FMA Know Your Stars!"
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