Ooc; Poor Envy; given the job of explaining everything that's happened so far. Along with lab numbers. Besides, how /did/ Wrath remain unseen for those years by Izumi?
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How to 'Learn Math'
By Wrath and Envy
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"Why lab five? Why not.. ten? I mean, 'ten's' a cooler number. Better then five. Hey, do you think there are any other labs?"

"WELL, I DUNNO, let's THINK, for those who are able. What comes before five?"

"..Uh. Hi, who are you?"

".. And we're feared. Oh my gawd people are stupider then ever to be afraid of.. us."

"What does come before five, anyway?"

"Four."

"But isn't four after six?"

"No."

"Then why's it called four?"

"Because it can be, and because people are liking short lettered words for numbers."

"Huh?"

"Don't strain the mind, Wrath. Just try to be.. enlightened."

"That reminds me.."

"Don't go any further, alright? Now, back to the labs. Yes. We need to get this alchemist, we'll call him pip-"

"Envy, are people supposed to have fur?"

"Uh. No. ... Wait. That's hair, Wrath. Now pay attention otherwise I swear-"

"-Well, I think it's fur. Look at how fluffy it is. Think I can pet it?"

"No. LISTEN. Alright, so this pipsqueak guy, we need him, see-"

"Why would we need a alchymissus?"

"Alchemist. Alright, Wrath, ya'know, all you have to do-"

"Is breathe. Well, not really, because we don't breathe really. We don't need to. Isn't that weird that we don't have too? Everyone else does and I just find it strange that we don't need too when everyone else-"

"I heard you, Wrath. I'm getting sick of this. If you don't listen, I'm going to go shove you back onto that island we found you near."

"But then pretty-woman would beat you up."

"..That's why I'm dealing with this? I need a life."

"Do you want to talk about it, Envy?"

"Well, it's just, my mother posioned me. My father tried to- wait. What the heck? Where did you find glasses?"

"From that lady."

"Wrath, you can't just kill peopl- no wait. You can. Go ahead. Just listen. Listening?"

"Yes."

"Alright, so after we go to lab five-"

"Why five?"

"One two three four five- we're at five, alright?"

"Why not... ten."

"Because ten. Is. A retarded number."

"No it isn't."

"Yes, it is."

"I heard from this one guy that two plus two equals FIRE!"

"...You really are messed up."

"Math's fun."

"Two plus two doesn't mean fire. It makes four."

"Which comes after six. I know, I know, stop repeating!"

"Stop whining, you brat, and let's go get pipsqueak already. They're going to find those notes and we don't want that. They may stop."

"Why?"

"Why not? Humans are hating to kill each other like that."

"But they've done it before."

"I like those types of people. They never freak, which is good. We're off track, though. Just get to lab five-"

"Why five? Why not ten?"

"Because ten's to- UGH. That is IT. I'm shoving you back on that island. Yea, you better run!" Alone. Small voice," ... I hope you get hit by a freaking squirrel."

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Alright, I'm already running out of ideas. I have plenty, but they can't really make up as long a conversation as, say, one. And they just can't.. be funny, really, without ..I dunno. Something else. So, reviewers, request something, and I shall try to make it into a bouncey situation! Just give what 'how to' and two characters, plus a setting/time. Danke if you can. Otherwise, sorry for the -again- short chapter.
;-- Smoe the Digiloser