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Title:
The Death of Comedy
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Chapter Title:
The Death of Comedy
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It was a very hot day at Central. It wouldn't have been so hot if Roy Mustang had stopped trying to fry Maes Hughes, but Roy had finally succeeded in sending Hawkeye off on some bogus trip.
FLASH.
SNAP.
Were the sounds that had been heard all day. Mustang would try to fry Hughes (Hughes had taunted him about his feelings for Hawkeye and the fact that he hadn't gotten any work done) and then Hughes would take a picture of Mustangs angry face with his new digital camera. Roy had attempted to kill the guys down in R and D when he had found out they had given it to Hughes to test out- Now Hughes didn't have to wait for the pictures to develop.
Suddenly a man walked into Roys office, making Roy cut off his 'SNAP' mid-snap.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" Roy yelled angrily.
"I'm Comedy." Said the Comedy laughing.
"You're what-who?" Roy inquired beginning to calm down.
"I'm C-O-M-E-D-Y." Said the Comedy looking at Roy as if he was an idiot. Suddenly the man pulled out a pie and tossed it in Roys face.
CLICK went Hughes' camera as he took yet another picture.
Mustang quickly pulled on his left-hand glove and began snapping at both of them.
One of his snaps must have 'nicked' Comedy as Comedy arm fell off. Comedy looked down at his arm and then began to laugh.
"'Tis just a flesh-wound." He said in voice with a very strong British accent.
"But your arms off!" said Mustang in a voice with a very strong British Accent.
"What did you do to me!" yelled Mustang as the man said something about that his arm not being off.
Mustang was gripped by the urge to say something again, "Yes it is, it's sitting right there!" he said in a very strong British accent.
The man started to say something else, but Mustang fried him. As a great amount of air rushed into the room to refill that air that had been used up by the huge flame, Mustang was sure he heard something like.
"I'll bite your legs off!" in a strong British accent.
CLICK
"I'll fry you!" Yelled Mustang attempting to fry Hughes but frying his paper work just as Hawkeye walked into his office.
The last thing Mustang heard before he passed out from fear was a loud BANG.
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