Hi everyone! Firstly, I know I said last time that there would be a commercial break in between, and I tried, but my commercials just weren't funny. So I gave up. Thanks for reading! Oh, and there will now be dashes (-) before and after actions. Okay, now to my reviewers.
Guest: I don't know whether to take cooky as a compliment or an insult, so I'll take it as a compliment. And I love you! Roy and Riza are meant to be (although that doesn't necessarily mean they get together in this fic)
Spearette: Thanks for the review and the advice! I didn't know that asterisks don't work. This time there are dashes. Yay!
KiloLuna: Thanks! You'll just have to wait and see…
Tear drops of flaming darkness: Thank you!
Takki-sensei: Thanks. I did update soon, at least, this is soon for me!
Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, Roy and Riza would be together, and so would Ed and Winry. But they're not. Enough said.
Maes: Welcome back to FMA Dating! If you just tuned in, it sucks to be you, because we're not introducing the contestants again.
Al: Absolutely not. But we will tell you that the point of this show is for Riza to choose which man she'd most like to go out on a date with out of the three members of the military we've already met.
Maes: Riza, you read the questions off of those cards, and the men are going to answer you one at a time. You don't get to see the men until you've chosen which one you'd most like to date. Any questions?
Riza: Are you calling me stupid, Maes? -points gun at his head-
Al: No, really, Riza, we have to ask that! It's in the script!
Riza: Oh. Well, then. Question Number One: Describe yourself in one word.
Smart man: That's a statement, not a question.
Roy: Ah, shut up.
Riza: No, I've got it. -points gun at him- Did you say something?
Smart man: No, ma'am.
Riza: Ok, Man Number One.
Roy: Um, fiery.
Riza: Wow, that totally gave away who you are. Man Number Two?
Havoc: Unforgivably sexy.
Smart man: That's two words, not one.
Riza: (to Smart Man) Shut up! (to Havoc) That's two words, not one.
Havoc: Well, my amazing sexiness cannot be summed up in a mere word.
Riza: Right…Man Number Three?
Ed: Talented.
Random Woman: He should say short.
Ed: Are you calling me a smurf?
Winry: No one called you a smurf!
Ed: She called me short!
Winry: Well, you are short! If you actually went out with Riza, you'd come up to her waist!
Roy: And she's not really tall.
Havoc: Face it, Full Metal. You're just a smurf.
Ed: I AM NOT A SMURF! -tries to transmute his arm into a sword, but it turns into a giant paperclip-
Maes: Oh, we forgot to mention that your alchemic powers are kinda tampered with by the stage lights.
Roy: That explains a lot.
Ed: -whimpers and stares at his paperclip of an arm-
Riza: Can I ask the next question?
Al: Actually, I think it's time for another commercial break. We'll be right back after these messages!
Hope you liked! I'll update soon. Bye! Brooke
