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Title: The Death of Comedy.
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Chapter: Seven (7)
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"Yes, it truly is a wonderful day." thought Colonel Roy Mustang as he snapped his fingers causing anther stack of paperwork to burst into flames. He didn't much care for the yells of his subordinates who were running around attempting to put out the flames though.
"Shut up!" Yelled Mustang snapping his fingers, the stack of paper that Havoc had been carrying exploded in a cloud of ash. "I love fire! That means all of you love fire too!" he yelled laughing crazily as more stacks of paperwork went up in flame, the only paperwork left intact was the work on Hawkeyes desk; even the 'great' Roy Mustang didn't dare touch that.
'BANG!' A shot rang out, literally parting Roy's hair...
Roy felt himself being jerked awake, "Sir, Wake up, Sir." said Hawkeye gently shaking him in an attempt to wake him from his deep slumber. Roy looked around taking in his office, 'I must have fallen asleep at my desk' he thought. Then he spotted the stacks upon stacks of paperwork piled ceiling high all around the office. Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist, screamed like a little girl and fainted.
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