Al backed away uncertainly, wondering just what was going to happen. "You know I didn't mean it, brother--"
"Who are you calling a stumpy baby so short that he can't even see over the bottom shelf, and won't be a good alchemist because he won't get tall enough, not even in a thousand years!" small Ed shouted at the top of his lungs. Then he turned away and continued jumping, trying to grab the one book just out of his reach.
That would be the last time Al ever offered to run and grab a chair from the kitchen.