Wuzzup, everybuddy?
Well, by popular demand, I am keeping the Roy doll in the fanfic. What will it do? Keep reading and find out...
Disclaimer: CHEESE!
The real disclaimer: I don't own fma. But I like cheese...
I ate lolly pops today! twitch
Here's chapter eight, now watch the sugar-powered madness unfold! O.o
And the author said let there be cheese!
Radioactive cheese began to fall from the sky.
"CHEEEEEEEEEESE!" shouted Sari. She began to stuff large amounts of the mysterious cheese into her mouth. But nothing happened.
But then, a peice of radioactive cheese bonked the Roy doll on the head. The doll blinked. It then suddenly grew to ten times its size.
Sari freaked out. "OMYGAWSH!"
Ed freaked out more. Actually, he fainted. And Harriet dragged him away. O.o
The giant doll began to frown. "Sari, you stopped making out with me! To eat cheese! How could you?"
"But I like cheese..."
"Well, I never asked you to stop, did I?" The doll then shrank to normal size and was just a doll once again. Or was it?
Mmmm. Cheese is good. I like cheese. I wonder if baboons like cheese. Yeah... Well anyways that was cool. And yeah. Cheese. Radioactive cheese. Am I radioactive? Who knows. That would be like so cool if i was radioactive. Yeah... I could like shoot radioactive laser eye beam things, yeah, and, like be all radioactive and walk around with my pickled biscuit picket sign going "I'm radioactive!" and people would panic and stuff and then they would call the FBI and then they'd come with their cool secret agents and their spies and guns and helicopters and giant mutant spiders and gorillas with machetes and then, and THEN, AND THEN! Yeah... That would be so totally sweet. Yeah... Pie. Pie is good. It tastes like, y'know, pie. Yeah. Pie. I wonder if aliens invented pie. That would be friggen awesome. The aliens would be all like, baking stuff, and one day they'd be all like making a pie and they'd bake it and look at it and say "This is a pie." and then they'd like send the recipe to Earth on a meteorite and, like, some baker guy would, like, find the recipe and go, like, and make a pie and sell it and someone would eat the pie and be all like "Dude, this pie is friggen cool" and then they'd like go and trell people and they'd get the recipe and make more pies then the whole world would be all, like, making pies and the aliens would be all, like, jealous of the pies and then they'd come down to the earth and, like, invade to find the secret of how to make really good pies and all that crap and then Seymour would get eaten by an evil plant and he was a communist anyways and I wonder if horses like fudge...
Yes, I know, very short chapter. sigh
So, guess correctly about whose brain that was we got a peek at and you get the best prize ever: Sari's autograph!
Sari: And you better guess right! Now go review, darn it!