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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