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Disclaimer: I don't own FMA...I wish I did...like everyone else wishes they did...
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Title:
The Death of Comedy
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Chapter Title:
Crazed Midgets
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"Step away from the girl, you midget scumbag." Yelled the SWAT officer at Edward who quickly back away from Winry. "I don't have a midget hunting license, but you know it's illegal for midgets to bother the populace."
"I AM NOT SO SMALL THE YOU HAVE TO USE TWO DOZEN MICROSCOPES TO SEE ME!" Yelled Edward his face turning red.
"He's right," said Winry laughing. "He's over the midget limit by one millimeter."
The SWAT agent pulled out a measuring agent and began to measure Ed. "Damn! You're right." said the SWAT guy signaling to his back up to put away their weapons. "You need to wear a sign that you're over the midget cut off, you don't want some midget hunter mistaking you for a rabid midget."
Ed fainted at the overuse of the word midget.
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A/N...YES IT'S THIS SHORT! (pun intended) remember these are DRABBLES! 200 to 600 words...well maybe more or less in some cases...but you get the idea...