Author's Note: This was writen by me and my friend. We hope that you will laugh.
Disclaimer: crying We do not own Full Metal Alchemist or the Jaws music.
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Colonel Roy Mustang is walking through the hall, carrying a nice frosty glass of milk. Ed is also in the hall, talking to his brother, Al. (Jaws music starts playing.) Dun…dun…….. Mustang is slowly getting closer. Dun…dun……He's almost there! Dun...dun…dun..dun..dun..dun
CRASH! Mustang bumped into Ed, and the milk went flying, soaking him.
"Oh sorry Fullmetal! I didn't see you cause you're so short!"
"WHAT! FIRST YOU SPILL MILK ON ME AND THEN YOU CALL ME SHO- MILK? MILK! AGGHHH! I THINK I'M GOING TO BE SICK!" Ed runs off towards the bathroom.
"Do you think he'll make it in time?"
CRASH!
BLARGHH!
"Fullmetal!" rang out Havoc's voice down the hall. "I just got these cleaned!"
"Guess not."
The Next DayIt was an ordinary day, Mustang was sleeping on his paperwork, Hawkeye was shooting at random people, and Ed was freaking out at an unsuspecting person. And then with a strong sense of deja-vu, Jaws music started playing. Dun.. Dun… Hughes, carrying a giant glass of milk, was closing in on Ed. Dun… dun… The "accident" was about to happen… Dun… dun… dun... dun… dun…
CRASH!
"NOT AGAIN!"
"Oops! Sorry Ed!" Hughes said, sarcastically. "If you weren't so-"
"DON'T SAY IT!" At his sudden outburst, Mustang shot up from his slumber, screaming "I didn't do it!" Hawkeye accidently shot the Fuhrer, again. "ONCE AGAIN I HAVE MILK ON ME AND- WAIT I HAVE MILK ON ME? AAGGHHHH!" Like yesterday, Ed ran down the hall towards the bathroom. And, once again, he bumped into Havoc.
BLA-
"Not this time Ed!" said Havoc, through layers of Suran-Wrap. "I was prepared!"
Ed quickly turned around. Unfortunately for Armstrong, he was right behind him.
"Edward Elric!" He then ripped off his vomit-covered shirt, surrounded by his famous pink sparkles. "How dare you throw up on the breathtakingly ripped physique that is Alex Louis Armstrong!"
A Suran-Wrapped Havoc exclaimed, "Ahh! The light! I'm blind! I'M BLIND!" He then staggered away from the powerful light, bumping into walls.
"Armstrong!" Hughes called. "Put away the pretty light! Greatness is something that should only be experienced once in a person's life."
Armstrong picked up his torn, puked-on shirt. "Um… Does anybody have another shirt I could borrow?"
"None of us wears super-sized clothing like you, Armstrong."
"Right then. Edward Elric, can you fix this for me?" He asked Ed. Only problem was, the little pipsqueak was nowhere to be found. "Edward? EDWARD!"
"Maybe…" Roy said, walking up to the group. This cannot end well, everybody thought. "Maybe the shrimp finally got so tiny, he disapeared into oblivion!" Suddenly a great blur was seen charging at Mustang. Before he could even react, a big chunk of metal collided with his shin.
"HOW DARE YOU!" shouted the mess of flailing limbs that was Edward Elric. "I AM NOT A PIPSQUEAK! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT MUSTANG!"
Roy stood calmly, and snapped his fingers. Everyone that had any sense in them ran far away. Ed was still screaming his head off at Mustang. The colonel snapped his fingers again, but still this did not have any effect on Ed.
"I'm not surprised! You are so tiny, that the flames can't hurt you!" But this was not the reason that Ed was not on fire at the moment. He was in fact so heated up over his anger at Mustang that he was hotter than the fire. Suddenly Ed's hair burst into flames.
"I'll save you brother!" Al cried out. He then threw a pail of what he thought was water on his brother.
"Al? Why does this water smell suspiciously like milk?"
"What? Oops. Sorry Ed," he said apolagetically.
"Al! You better run!" Even though Al was being chased by a rampaging Ed, all he could think about was how humourous his brother's anger could be at times.
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