1Notes: Hiya! It's been a while! Please R&R, and if you're going to criticize me, please make it constructive.
-Hayden
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The Fullmetal Confidence Kit!
The boy looked at his watch. It was time. He turned on the T.V., and saw what he was waiting for.
"Are you depressive?" The announcer asked, "Do you have absolutely NO self-confidence? Do people look down on you? What you need is...The Fullmetal Confidence Kit! It contains everything you need to have 'Fullmetal Confidence'!"
The boy watched still.
"A beginner's guide to alchemy, a State Alchemist pocket watch (not a real silver one, of course), an auto-mail right arm and left leg, and a knife to cut off your old arm and leg! See? It's perfect! Call the number below today!"
The boy saw as a phone number appeared on the screen, and the warnings appeared.
"Please note that the Fullmetal Confidence Kit group is NOT RESPONSIBLE for any fake (or broken) auto-mail limbs, rebounds during Alchemic attempts, poison-tipped knifes, or the pocket watch containing the following: Explosives, blood, or a rat corpse. We are also not responsible for any injury or death. In addition, we recommend that you buy suicide pills just in case something deadly goes wrong, in the case that it will be less painful. No refunds, some assembly required, and batteries not included. Thank you!"
The boy turned around to the suit of armour behind him, and asked, "Do you think it'll ruin my image?"
The armour looked thoughtful for a second, and then said, "Naw."
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End Notes: So how'd you like it? It was good, I hope. Please R&R!
-Hayden