"Maaann...there's nothing EVER good to watch!" Havoc yawned as he flipped through channel after channel.
Fuery huffed and rolled his eyes."Tell me about it... Last week I was forced to watch Jersey Shore!"
Everyone in the room turned to him.
"I feel so bad for you, man." Edward lightly stroked Kain's hair in a attempt to make him happy. Suprisingly, he rolled on the hotel bed, towards Ed. The blonde stopped and quickly stood up, inching away from a somewhat creepy Fuery.
"Jeez, I'm just joking Ed. Loosen up!" Kain huffed again and looked back at the flickering channels. Havoc stopped and stared at the screen, mouth wide open. Everyone gathered around... Except Edward, but we'll get to him soon enough.
Fuery, Havoc, and Mustang, (Who was there the whole time and we didn't know till now) watched the screen. Two of them were stunned, while the other was smiling his ass off...
A deep voice was sent through the air.
"Hello ladies."
It was Roy in a commercial...
"Look at man, now back to me, now back your man, back to me. Saddly, he isn't me." The Roy on TV held up a red bottle. "But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Old Spice, he could smell like he's me."
The shower background behind Roy pulled up and he was now on a boat.
"Look down, back up." A towel fell onto Roy's shoulders. "Where are you? You're on a boat, with the man your man could smell like."
Everyone was still staring wide-eyed at the screen, disturbed, but unable to look away.
"What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It's an oyster, with two tickets to that thing you love."
Indeed, there was an oyster in Roy's hand, with two tickets in it. The oyster suddenedly turned into diamonds.
The TV-Roy went on. "Look again, the tickets are now diamonds." Another Red bottle rose from the pile of falling diamonds in Roy's palm. "Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not like a lady. I'm on a horse."
A catchy jingle played and Roy was indeed on a horse. It was a beautiful golden one, mane and tail tied into a braid. The only thing was...
The horse had automail on it's right foreleg and it's left hindleg...
Kinda like...
Havoc and Fuery turned to Ed at the same exact time.
Edward stopped slamming his head into the wall long enough to glare back at them.
"Don't ask..."
Follow Edward's advice and JUST DON'T ASK. I can just see Roy in a Old Spice Commerical though... X3