S: Because somebody had to do it. Me no own FMA.

Oh dear...I was sure late for this bandwagon.

It was a quiet day in Central...except for that blasted ticking noise coming from the other room!

"What is that mysterious ticking noise? Not over here...not over there...Hm...quite catchy."

Roy, Roy, Roy Mustang. Roy, Roy, Roy Mustang.

At that point, Armstrong decided to come in and show off his sparkles, but got drawn into the rhythm as well.

Roy, Roy, Roy Mustang.

Armstrong!

Roy, Roy, Roy Mustang.

Armstrong!

King! King! King Bradley!

Nobody noticed the fuhrer walk in, but he joined them as well.

Roy, Roy, Roy Mustang.

Armstrong!

King! King! King Bradley!

Nobody even questioned Mustang's sanity as he allowed the Ishvallan to enter his office.

Roy, Roy, Roy Mustang.

Armstrong!

King! King! King Bradley!

Scar...Scar...Scar, Scar Scar.

Roy, Roy, Roy Mustang.

Armstrong!

King! King! King Bradley!

Scar...Scar...Scar, Scar, Scar.

Edward burst in at that moment, enraged at being forgotten.

EDWARD ELRIC, EDWARD ELRIC, EDWARD ELRIC, OOH!

EDWARD ELRIC, EDWARD ELRIC, EDWARD ELRIC, YEAH!

EDWARD ELRIC, EDWARD ELRIC, EDWARD ELRIC, OOH!

EDWARD ELRIC, EDWARD ELRIC, EDWARD ELRIC, THAT'S ME!

Roy growled in annoyance at the interruption.

Shrimp!

Bastard!

Shrimp!

Bastard!

Shrimp!

Bastard!

Shrimp!

Bastard!

ARMSTRONG!

Scar?

Edward grimaced, but blended in with everybody else.

Roy, Roy, Roy Mustang.

Armstrong!

King! King! King Bradley!

Scar...Scar...Scar, Scar Scar.

Edward Elric, I'm Edward Elric.

Roy, Roy, Roy Mustang.

Armstrong!

King! King! King Bradley!

Scar...Scar...Scar, Scar Scar.

I'm Edward Elric, Edward Edward Elric.

All five paused and then, in sync, belted out..

Singing a song...

All day long...

IN CENTRAL!

In the excitement of things, Mustang forgot to take his gloves off and made the whole room explode as he snapped his fingers.

"Hey guys," Alphonse said as he entered the room. "The noise was this broken state alchemist pocket wa-...guys?" Alphonse grinned evilly and tapped his fingers against the burnt remnants of the Colonel's desk (in other words, the charred floor).

Alphonse, Alphonse, ooh, Al-Al-Al-Al-Al Alphonse!

~*~OWATA!~*~