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Title:
The Death of Comedy
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Chapter Title:
Cow(s)
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"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, FULLMETAL?" Yelled Mustang flinging a yellow file that contained Edward's latest report down onto his desk.
"It's my report," Replied Edward calmly, "Don't have a cow Colonel Bas-Sir."
"What did you call me-" Mustang started to say, but he was cut off as a cow fell on him. The cow came flying though the ceiling with a rather quite 'moo' and then fell on Colonel Roy Mustang.
"What the hell!" Edward screamed as a cow fell on top of him too.
"You did this to me, you midget!" yelled a rather squashed Mustang from beneath the cow, but because of the cow on top of him it came out as indistinguishable syllabics.
"Who are you calling a supershortgrainofsandwhoyoucan'tseewithoutamicroscopeandthatissmallerthanthesmallestgrainofsand?" Edward yelled throwing the cow off of himself only for it to come back down moments later squashing him once again.
"I didn't call you that!" Mustang groaned.
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Riza Hawkeye had been having a good day, until she had heard the 'sounds' coming out of Mustangs office. She hoped he wasn't having another mental breakdown...he had already had two this month. She got up from her desk and started walking towards his office, she could hear Edward yelling from inside. She hoped Mustang hadn't lost it and fried him. She opened the door and saw both Mustang and Edward trapped under...cows. She realized Mustang wasn't having a mental breakdown she was; it must be the stress she thought.
"Sorry for disturbing you, sir." said Hawkeye beginning to close the door.
"Don't leave us!" Mustang yelled, "Help me out of here!"
"And me too!" Yelled Edward not wanting to be outdone by Colonel Bastard.
"No, leave the midget." Commanded Mustang.
"What exactly should I do to get rid of the cows?" she asked questioningly.
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"Oh god no." groaned Mustang.
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"Hi, Roy." Said Hughes cheerfully, interring Mustang's office while winding his camera for another shot. "What happened?" He asked in the same cheerful tone continuing to wind his camera.
"Cows came out of nowhere and fell on us." Complained Mustang.
"Oh, those are mine." said Hughes cheerfully.
"WHAT!" Yelled Edward. "These abominations that produce horrid milk are yours?"
"Well, Alicia said she wanted one for her birthday..." Said Hughes pouting at being yelled at. "And I'm not gonna tell them to get off of you until you apologize."
"But I didn't do anything, right?" asked Mustang hopefully.
"Oh, no, if I tell one to get off I have to tell the other one to get off too." said Hughes still pouting, "So you're stuck until Edward apologizes." He walked out of the room.
"Hughes come back here!" Yelled Mustang. "It's all your fault, Midget!"
"Who are you calling so short-" Edward started to yell.
"Yes, Edward we know," Said Hawkeye annoyed, "Now Colonel, I could probably get Hughes to come back here...But I believe I applied for some vacation time, which you denied."
"Yes, you can't have it!" Yelled Mustang.
"Oh, well then it's settled, Sir." She said scribbling 'Do Not Disturb' on a piece of paper, hanging it on Mustangs door, walking out; and then closing the door.
"This is all you fault!" Edward yelled at mustang.
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A/N: Hope you liked it, please R&R