Post by Lolua on Sept 19, 2005 12:31:55 GMT -5
27 -- Teacher -- "A Little After-Dinner Chicken Dancing"
(INCOMPLETE)
Roy: Thanks for playing a last game of chess with me, General.
General: Oh, don't worry about it. I like giving my officers one last opportunity to suck up and call me old at the same time.
Roy: Heh. I'm gonna miss these when I go to Central. *moves a chess piece*
General: Is there a symbolic subtext here that I'm blissfully unaware of?
Roy: Nope... not at all. *checks the king*
Fuhrer King Bradley: *eye twitches from offstage*
Breda: I like this game, there aren't any dogs involved.
Phone: *rings distractingly*
Random Military Dude #1: So, is that mah-jong, checkers or chess?
Random Military Dude #2: Dunno... but it's from the eastern island countries...
Big Brother: Pwned! Yamato is so canon!!!!1!!
Havoc: Hey, babe, ever fraternize with a fellow officer?
Military Chick: Not since that Colonel Mustang guy.
Phone: *rings interruptingly*
Havoc: Thank you for calling and making that rejection all the more pathetic.
Roy: Pack your bags. You're coming to Central with me.
Havoc: ... I'm never gonna get a date again, am I?
Roy: *smirk*
Fury: See? I do stuff other than play with puppies... I fix stuff!
Phone: *rings surprisingly*
Roy: I, uh, need you to fix my toaster... in Central. >_>... <_<...
Hawkeye: ...so, basically, any time I'm not on camera, I'm at the shooting range.
Phone: *rings annoyingly*
Hawkeye:
Roy: Now do you understand why I'm so rough on the phone all the time?
Falman: Nope... begging to come to Central with you isn't suspicious at all...
Roy: You're the spying bastard who gotLieutenant Colonel Brigadier General Hughes killed, aren't you?
Falman: Does the fact that I haven't worked for him in, like, three years mean anything to you?
Roy: Okay, so you're all coming to Central with me... and you suddenly have first names. Just deal with it.
Falman: Yipee!
Everyone else: What's Vato over there so happy about?
Roy: You know what they say... keep your friends close and your Warrant Officers closer.
Al, Ed, and Winry: Open mouths, insert feet.
Maison: *cuts tension*
Ed: What's the matter with you?
Maison: Uh... just a little after-dinner chicken-dancing, that's all! I hear you've gotten really good at the hand jive, Ed, wanna show me?
Ed: ...
Al: But... how did you know?
Izumi: The gloves. It was Ed's Michael Jackson gloves.
Al: Daaaaaaamn... she's good.
Izumi: *opens a can of whoopass* Do you at least have some kind of passable explanation for why you'd be so stupid?
Ed: Uh... we were tired of doing our own laundry?
Izumi: NOT GOOD ENOUGH! *lays down more whoopass*
Ed and Al: *well-nigh dead*
Izumi: *random hug*
Mizushima: What? I had to end on an up note! >_>;;
Arakawa-sensei: *puzzled* But... why?
-- Fin --
(INCOMPLETE)
Roy: Thanks for playing a last game of chess with me, General.
General: Oh, don't worry about it. I like giving my officers one last opportunity to suck up and call me old at the same time.
Roy: Heh. I'm gonna miss these when I go to Central. *moves a chess piece*
General: Is there a symbolic subtext here that I'm blissfully unaware of?
Roy: Nope... not at all. *checks the king*
Fuhrer King Bradley: *eye twitches from offstage*
Breda: I like this game, there aren't any dogs involved.
Phone: *rings distractingly*
Random Military Dude #1: So, is that mah-jong, checkers or chess?
Random Military Dude #2: Dunno... but it's from the eastern island countries...
Big Brother: Pwned! Yamato is so canon!!!!1!!
Havoc: Hey, babe, ever fraternize with a fellow officer?
Military Chick: Not since that Colonel Mustang guy.
Phone: *rings interruptingly*
Havoc: Thank you for calling and making that rejection all the more pathetic.
Roy: Pack your bags. You're coming to Central with me.
Havoc: ... I'm never gonna get a date again, am I?
Roy: *smirk*
Fury: See? I do stuff other than play with puppies... I fix stuff!
Phone: *rings surprisingly*
Roy: I, uh, need you to fix my toaster... in Central. >_>... <_<...
Hawkeye: ...so, basically, any time I'm not on camera, I'm at the shooting range.
Phone: *rings annoyingly*
Hawkeye:
Roy: Now do you understand why I'm so rough on the phone all the time?
Falman: Nope... begging to come to Central with you isn't suspicious at all...
Roy: You're the spying bastard who got
Falman: Does the fact that I haven't worked for him in, like, three years mean anything to you?
Roy: Okay, so you're all coming to Central with me... and you suddenly have first names. Just deal with it.
Falman: Yipee!
Everyone else: What's Vato over there so happy about?
Roy: You know what they say... keep your friends close and your Warrant Officers closer.
Al, Ed, and Winry: Open mouths, insert feet.
Maison: *cuts tension*
Ed: What's the matter with you?
Maison: Uh... just a little after-dinner chicken-dancing, that's all! I hear you've gotten really good at the hand jive, Ed, wanna show me?
Ed: ...
Al: But... how did you know?
Izumi: The gloves. It was Ed's Michael Jackson gloves.
Al: Daaaaaaamn... she's good.
Izumi: *opens a can of whoopass* Do you at least have some kind of passable explanation for why you'd be so stupid?
Ed: Uh... we were tired of doing our own laundry?
Izumi: NOT GOOD ENOUGH! *lays down more whoopass*
Ed and Al: *well-nigh dead*
Izumi: *random hug*
Mizushima: What? I had to end on an up note! >_>;;
Arakawa-sensei: *puzzled* But... why?
-- Fin --
