Edward Elric was bored. Very, very bored. He sighed. He sat in his chair. He drummed his fingers on the arms, but soon got bored with that, and began to fidget. First he twisted to his right, then to his left. However, he soon sat straight in the chair. He sighed again, and then once again began to fidget.
While all of this was going on, Colonel Roy Mustang was trying to read through Edward's report. A vein pulsed in his forehead at the sounds of Edward's fidgeting fit. After several minutes of this extreme torture, Roy jerked his head up. "EDWARD! STOP THAT RIGHT N – " Roy stopped. He blinked. He then sat limply back down in his chair, mute.
"What?" Ed asked curiously, face red from sitting in a traditional meditation style – legs crossed, arms slightly raised – with the exception of one thing – he was sitting upside down, balancing on his head.
Ok, so you're probably all thinking, "What the hell was that?" and I don't blame you – here's the deal – these are things that I randomly come up with when writing my "Cracked-Out Adventures" stories – these are the things that I can't use, but can't get out of my head. So, I guess you could say that these stories are some kind of recycle bin… I guess… Anyway, time for my traditional disclaimer: "No flames, please, unless they're from Roy!" Have a great read, everyone! I'll have more soon! Wahahaha!