Post by Mlle Bienvenu on Feb 21, 2005 0:03:23 GMT -5
14 -- The Right Hand of Destruction -- "Should Have Gone With a Plowshare"
(INCOMPLETE)
Random Lior Citizen: Dude, if Cornello can bring back the dead...why is everyone in town dying....and, you know... staying dead...
Military: SURRENDER OR DIE!!!
Audience: Wait a minute...weren't the Military the good guys?
Adorable Kid: Isn't it time for the Children's Crusade?
Rose: No. And no.
Lust: Humans suck
Gluttony: But taste like chicken!
Envy: I feel pretty, oh so pretty!
Conello's Follower: Where's Father Cornello?
Envy: Right here.
Cornello's Follower: Okay, I'm confused....
Gluttony: Can I eat him?
Cornello's Follower: Wait...so...Cornello's really a girl?
Envy: Hey! I'm a guy!....I think....
Gluttony: : CRUNCH:
Cornello's Follower :
Cornello's Follower: : stays dead :
Hughes: We call him :dramatic pause : Scar.
Roy: We covered that last episode.
(Mlle: Okay my bad...didn't actually say what his name was in the last episode.... even though I put it in the previous parody. >_<)
Hughes: ... Oh ....... well.... perhaps you'd like to know in grousome detail how he implodes his victims brains?
Roy: Not really.
Hughes: There have been nine victims so far. All of them alchemists.... on a night very...much... like this one.....in a headquarters a lot like our own...
Roy: Should I light a fire and we can toast marshmallows?
Hughes: Even though I'm with Roy "The Love Stallion" Mustang here, I automatically assume that the young woman approaching our table is trying to hit on *me*.
Waitress: Phone, sir.
Hughes: Oh, right... 'nother head 'sploding? Damn. Fifth soldier this week. Wonder if this guy's got something against the military.
Roy: How come you didn't coo about your family on the phone just now?
Hughes: I save that stuff just for you! ^^
Roy:
Ed: We're looking for Marcoh!
Random Kid: You mean Master Marroh?
Ed: No... Marcoh.
Random kid: Polo.
Ed: Mar-coh!
Random Kid: POLO!
Ed: This isn't getting us anywhere...
Random Kid: Fish out of water!
Ed: You're telling me...
Random Guy: ummmhumm....some folks call him Master Marroh... uhhhmmmm, other folks call him Dr. Marcoh... I call him Kaiser Blade.....uhhhhmmmm....
Ed: : pushes Al into a haystack :
Al: I'm filling up with straw....and I'm not the Scarecrow.
Ed: So THAT'S whose been tailing me!? How could I possibly not have noticed a big guy like that!?
Armstrong: Because you don't know yet that this method of blending in with the countryside has been passed down from generation to generation of the Armstrong line...
Ed: : Rings doorbell :
MarcohInAFunnyHat: Who rang that bell!?
Ed: We did.
MarcohInAFunnyHat: Can't you read the notice!?
Al: What notice?
MarcohInAFunnyHat: The one on the door! It's as plain as the nose on my face! : hangs sign :
Al: : reads : Bell out of order...please knock.
Ed: : knocks :
MarcohInAFunnyHatEd: We want to see Dr. Marcoh
MarcohInAFunnyHat: Marcoh, Marcoh you say? But nobody sees The Doctor. Not even I have seen him!
Al: But he's the Fullmetal Alchemist! : points at Ed :
MarcohInAFunnyHat: Well! Why didn't you say so in the first place! That's a stone of a different color! : opens door and points gun at them : I'm not going back there! Soo...much....guilt!.....
Al: Don't make me invoke the laws of Anime Physics.
Marcoh: But the guilt! THE GUILT!
Al: Violence only begets more violence... and point blank shooting at me begets deadly ricochets.
Marcoh: Oh, fine, but don't forget to wipe your feet on the bootscraper there. *points at Ed*
Ed: I'M A STATE ALCHEMIST, NOT A BOOTSCRAPER!
Marcoh: Oh, the guilt! My research! The guilt! The wall! The guilt!
Al: The wall?
Ed: Ha! I've found your giant coughdrop stash!
Marcoh: Or, as I like to call it, the Chamber of Sucrets.
Ed: Is this the red water from Xenotime?
Marcoh: It's not supposed to be, but the props budget is even smaller than you are.
Al: Don't touch the nice man's cough remedies. That's disgusting.
Phial: Smash!
PStone: Blurp.
Ed and Al: Whoa.
Gran: Hahaha, you fools! Did you not know that blurping is the primary function of the Philosopher's Stone?
Ed: Well, that seems kind of pointless.... but shiny! o.o
Gran: Hurry up and get in the car, Marcoh. There are a couple of plumbers I still need to hunt down today.
Marcoh: But, the guilt! THE GUILT!
Gran: Don't worry, we'll find you a nice padded cell with all the latest laboratory equipment.
Marcoh: What, will these hands ne'er be clean? T_T
Al: What's done, cannot be undone.
Ed: LIKE HELL IT CAN'T! *runs*
Scar: Road construction ahead. Vehicles must turn off their engines... and then dematerialize.
Gran: Since when did the construction workers switch from puffy orange jackets to snazzy yellow jackets?
Scar: I'm sorry, you must have misheard me. Road construction. A head.
Gran: *headsplodey*
Audience: Eurgh.
Ed: I'm nothing like you! And I'll prove that my arm does NOT 'beget nothing but destruction' by turning it into a sword!
Scar: Oh.... that'll show me.... should have gone with a plowshare...
(INCOMPLETE)
Random Lior Citizen: Dude, if Cornello can bring back the dead...why is everyone in town dying....and, you know... staying dead...
Military: SURRENDER OR DIE!!!
Audience: Wait a minute...weren't the Military the good guys?
Adorable Kid: Isn't it time for the Children's Crusade?
Rose: No. And no.
Lust: Humans suck
Gluttony: But taste like chicken!
Envy: I feel pretty, oh so pretty!
Conello's Follower: Where's Father Cornello?
Envy: Right here.
Cornello's Follower: Okay, I'm confused....
Gluttony: Can I eat him?
Cornello's Follower: Wait...so...Cornello's really a girl?
Envy: Hey! I'm a guy!....I think....
Gluttony: : CRUNCH:
Cornello's Follower :
Cornello's Follower: : stays dead :
Hughes: We call him :dramatic pause : Scar.
Roy: We covered that last episode.
(Mlle: Okay my bad...didn't actually say what his name was in the last episode.... even though I put it in the previous parody. >_<)
Hughes: ... Oh ....... well.... perhaps you'd like to know in grousome detail how he implodes his victims brains?
Roy: Not really.
Hughes: There have been nine victims so far. All of them alchemists.... on a night very...much... like this one.....in a headquarters a lot like our own...
Roy: Should I light a fire and we can toast marshmallows?
Hughes: Even though I'm with Roy "The Love Stallion" Mustang here, I automatically assume that the young woman approaching our table is trying to hit on *me*.
Waitress: Phone, sir.
Hughes: Oh, right... 'nother head 'sploding? Damn. Fifth soldier this week. Wonder if this guy's got something against the military.
Roy: How come you didn't coo about your family on the phone just now?
Hughes: I save that stuff just for you! ^^
Roy:
Ed: We're looking for Marcoh!
Random Kid: You mean Master Marroh?
Ed: No... Marcoh.
Random kid: Polo.
Ed: Mar-coh!
Random Kid: POLO!
Ed: This isn't getting us anywhere...
Random Kid: Fish out of water!
Ed: You're telling me...
Random Guy: ummmhumm....some folks call him Master Marroh... uhhhmmmm, other folks call him Dr. Marcoh... I call him Kaiser Blade.....uhhhhmmmm....
Ed: : pushes Al into a haystack :
Al: I'm filling up with straw....and I'm not the Scarecrow.
Ed: So THAT'S whose been tailing me!? How could I possibly not have noticed a big guy like that!?
Armstrong: Because you don't know yet that this method of blending in with the countryside has been passed down from generation to generation of the Armstrong line...
Ed: : Rings doorbell :
MarcohInAFunnyHat: Who rang that bell!?
Ed: We did.
MarcohInAFunnyHat: Can't you read the notice!?
Al: What notice?
MarcohInAFunnyHat: The one on the door! It's as plain as the nose on my face! : hangs sign :
Al: : reads : Bell out of order...please knock.
Ed: : knocks :
MarcohInAFunnyHatEd: We want to see Dr. Marcoh
MarcohInAFunnyHat: Marcoh, Marcoh you say? But nobody sees The Doctor. Not even I have seen him!
Al: But he's the Fullmetal Alchemist! : points at Ed :
MarcohInAFunnyHat: Well! Why didn't you say so in the first place! That's a stone of a different color! : opens door and points gun at them : I'm not going back there! Soo...much....guilt!.....
Al: Don't make me invoke the laws of Anime Physics.
Marcoh: But the guilt! THE GUILT!
Al: Violence only begets more violence... and point blank shooting at me begets deadly ricochets.
Marcoh: Oh, fine, but don't forget to wipe your feet on the bootscraper there. *points at Ed*
Ed: I'M A STATE ALCHEMIST, NOT A BOOTSCRAPER!
Marcoh: Oh, the guilt! My research! The guilt! The wall! The guilt!
Al: The wall?
Ed: Ha! I've found your giant coughdrop stash!
Marcoh: Or, as I like to call it, the Chamber of Sucrets.
Ed: Is this the red water from Xenotime?
Marcoh: It's not supposed to be, but the props budget is even smaller than you are.
Al: Don't touch the nice man's cough remedies. That's disgusting.
Phial: Smash!
PStone: Blurp.
Ed and Al: Whoa.
Gran: Hahaha, you fools! Did you not know that blurping is the primary function of the Philosopher's Stone?
Ed: Well, that seems kind of pointless.... but shiny! o.o
Gran: Hurry up and get in the car, Marcoh. There are a couple of plumbers I still need to hunt down today.
Marcoh: But, the guilt! THE GUILT!
Gran: Don't worry, we'll find you a nice padded cell with all the latest laboratory equipment.
Marcoh: What, will these hands ne'er be clean? T_T
Al: What's done, cannot be undone.
Ed: LIKE HELL IT CAN'T! *runs*
Scar: Road construction ahead. Vehicles must turn off their engines... and then dematerialize.
Gran: Since when did the construction workers switch from puffy orange jackets to snazzy yellow jackets?
Scar: I'm sorry, you must have misheard me. Road construction. A head.
Gran: *headsplodey*
Audience: Eurgh.
Ed: I'm nothing like you! And I'll prove that my arm does NOT 'beget nothing but destruction' by turning it into a sword!
Scar: Oh.... that'll show me.... should have gone with a plowshare...
