Sierra: -cough- Um, I'm sorry to say, I'm discontinuing my crossover story with the Anime World. It's just too much, sorry my fans, I'll leave it up just in case. But, in the meantime, ENJOY THIS FUNNY STORY.
Disclaimer: -thinks- Yea-wait, no, no, sorry, just...no
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THE IN MY PANTS GAME
Ed had a sleepover suggested a game called: "in my pants". You add the word "In my pants" to every sentence.
"We're having a party...in my pants." Roy said, and then everyone burst out laughing.
"Let's go to bed, in my pants." Envy smirked. Everyone CRACKED. UP.
"Ok, ok, I got one...IN MY PANTS." Havoc shouted. Nobody could stop laughing.
They continued until everyone was out of ideas.
"Um, I don't have anymore...in my pants." Ed said...THEN EVERYONE LAUGHED.
"Ok, let's stop, we could all use some rest." Al said with a yawn for emphasis.
"...IN MY PANTS."
MILK WARS
CAST:
Ed: Luke-warm Milkwalker
Roy: Dough Vader
Al: Obi-warm Milkobi
Barry the Chopper: C3-p-owned
Winry: R-we there-yet (R2-T2)
INTRO:
In a world, not too far from here. As long as you make a left at Studebaker and turn right at the gate. Something happened. A great warrior named Gotta-kill Milkwalker turned...EVIL. His wife had children, but the girl, Lactaia, died in a smelting accident. Luke-warm Milkwalker survived the accident. He became a Jedi and studied the Power of the Milk. Yogurt had taught him everything he knew. He was under the guidance of Obi-warm Milkobi, an old friend of the newly named, "Dough Vader". The battle had stared with the invention of COOKIES. The light side kept the milk to themselves while the dark side, newly named, "The Spatula", made more cookies. They were constantly at war, it was all up to Luke-warm Milkwalker to make things right.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Sierra: -giggle- Spatula
Kim: -.- you idiot
Kendall: ...In my pants
Ed: -.- Luke-warm Milkwalker, how stupid. Just review, or she wont continue...PLEASE DON'T REVIEW!