Alas

A FMA Drabble

By Jaelle

(With thanks to Icka and Mati!)



Disclaimer: Not mine. Short, silly, no spoilers or pairings. 100 words exactly!



The East City HQ Christmas party had been in full swing for a number of hours, and Roy Mustang was in fine drunken form. Standing upon a table in the bar, he declaimed elegantly and magnificently:

“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My...”

“That’s very good Colonel Mustang,” Lisa Hawkeye interupted. “A very impressive feat of memory, and an excellent display of acting ability.”

“Now give Alphonse back his head please.”



End



From the chat after this was done:

Dogmatix: *snicker* can just ~see~ Al sweatdropping *G*
Icka!: "Kick the Can!!" "GIMME BACK AL'S HEAD!!"



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