Don't even ask. Like seriously, don't. Sorry for the long wait...I shot my plot bunny again. Whoopsie-daisies.
"I. Have. Thumbs."
"..Thanks for enlightening me, Fullmetal."
"Seriously. Do you know how important these fingers are!"
"Yes. They make people turn into barbeque."
"Cats don't have 'em. They can't do anything!"
"..Yeah..."
"I mean, I could do alchemy without thumbs. But nooooo, cats can't even OPEN anything and they drink milk."
"Hmph. Fullmetal, I'm really busy, so If you could just like go catch on fire or something.."
"I don't even understand why Al LIKES those things. They meow, like, constantly and they drink cow secrection! I mean really. And then he's all like 'Aww, lil Tabby-Fluff wants to lick you' and then it puts its TONGUE on me and-"
"FULLMETAL!"
"..Don't gotta yell."
"Get. Out. Of. My. Office!"
"Nah, I'm bored."
"Go blow yourself up or do whatever it is you do in your spare time!"
"I'm doing it right now."
"..What?"
"I annoy people in my spare time."
"Get out or I'll throw some milk on you."
"You wouldn't."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I would. Since last time I set you on fire, you starting BAWLING-"
"Shaddup."
"So, Fullmetal, ... get out."
"You never call me Ed."
"I know. Now leave."
"Not til you call me Ed."
"Look, I've got a gallon of milk-"
"You're all bark and no bite, bastard. I guess that makes you a chihuahua."
"Ed..."
"HEY! YOU USED MY NAME!"
"Yes, I did. Will you LEAVE now?"
"Gate, you're such a soilsport. Bye."
"Thank God.."
Roy slumped down on his desk and rubbed his temples. Really, what did he do to deserve this..?
"OH YEAH! I GOT YOU A GIFT!"
"I don't want it."
"Yes you do!"
"Not particually, no. Go kill someone and get out of my hair."
"HERE YA GO!"
~Violence Not Appropriate For Kids That May Contain Lizards~
'Sparky The Chihuahua' sprinted maniacally away as the citizens of Central glomped him to admire his beautiful new sparkly pink collar.
I told you not to ask.
Thanks for reading!
~FullMetalCrayon~