Disclaimer: You actually don't have to put these things here. I'm just putting it here because that's what everybody else does. Me no own Furrmetar Arkemisuto.

Author's Note: I revised the previous two chapters last night before bed, and when I awoke this morning there were two new reviews. This has given me the inspiration to write this some more.

The taxi driver who somehow spoke perfect English sped along the streets, swerving to avoid other cars and running red lights. The group nearly got into an accident about forty-two times.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Edward shouted at the driver as he grew increasingly green.

"Driving? Duh?"

"Well can't you do it a little, I don't know, SAFER?" Winry chimed in.

Alphonse laughed nervously. "Yeah, maybe you could slow it down? Just a tiny bit?"

"Hey, this is my cab, I drive by my rules, okay?"

"Of course! Except IT'S YOUR RULES THAT ARE GOING TO GET US KILLED, YOU BASTARD," Ed roared.

"Okay, okay, goddamn..." The drier slowed to only twelve miles faster that the speed limit, and only ran about half of the red lights. "Is that better?"

"I guess..." Ed murmured in an annoyed tone.

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A few minutes later, the taxi pulled up in front of the Western Shinjuku Astina Hotel and the three young thespians stepped out.

"Hey, wait! What about my payment?" the driver called at them.

"Put it on my tab!" Ed called back.

"Oh, okay...Wait, what tab?" the driver yelled. However, the group was inside the hotel and were unable to hear them man.

The group walked towards the elevator and Winry pressed the up button.

"Brother? Are you sure it's okay to do what we just did to that poor driver?" Al asked sincerely.

"Nah, he'll be fine...Probably," Ed said with a shrug as the stepped in the elevator. The elevator went up, mostly in silence. The group exited the elevator and went to their room.

"Brother? Why do we all share a room?" Alphonse asked.

"'Cause Muzushima's a cheap bastard," Ed replied as he flopped down on his bed.

"Ed, you really like the word 'bastard', don't you?" Winry asked with a chuckle.

"Well my character says it so much that I've taken up the habit."

"I see..."

Al slipped out of his armor and plopped on the couch to watch TV.

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Somewhere else, Muzushima, who'd given up on using an accent because it was tedious to type, was having a business discussion with Edward's agent. "So, y'know, I've been thinking about adding in a romantic scene with Ed and Rose, whaddaya say?" the agent, named Victor Minyan, asked.

"I think you may have a good idea, but Winry's actress won't like that."

"Who cares? Here, I'll call Ed and see what he thinks about it."

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Back at the hotel, Edward's cell phone rang. He picked it up and answered with a bored sounding "Hello?"

Author's Note: cwutididthar? Victor Minyan? Vic Mignogna? I AM SO CLEVER.