Wednesday, March 16, 2005

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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Pillows
It was a few weeks after the “butterfly incident”. The office had finally calmed Breda down enough to stop trying to insulate the base with gummy bears. What looked to be a peaceful day of filling out papers was rudely interrupted by a “harmless” comment from Havoc. As he was trying lay his head down to take a nap on the desk he made the “harmless” comment. “This desk needs padding.”

“We are not padding the desk just so you can take a nap.” Farman sighed.

“But Mustang has a padded desk.”

“Those are for personal reasons,” Breda quotes with his fingers.

“Yeah, I bet he has at least five women a week,” Fury added. They stare at him and grin.

“Fury, I never figured you to come to the dark side.” Havoc commented scratching his chin.

“I had to say something.”

“Anyway, I was thinking one of those Squishy pillows.”

“Squishy pillows sir?”

“Yeah, you know, they’re all soft and squeezable.”

“I know what you’re talking about!” Breda adds excitedly. “I love those things! We should pad the desks with those!”

“We are not padding the desks with squishy pillows.” Farman groans.

Three hours later…

“I can’t believe we’re padding the desks with squishy pillows.” Farman groans.

“Oh lighten up!” Havoc cheerfully says. “This will be great!” Hawkeye enters the room.

“What are you fools doing now?” she groans.

“Padding the desk with squishy pillows!” Breda says excitedly.

“No they’re mine, MINE!” Fury yells from atop his mound of squishy pillows, he is coddling one as we speak.

“Give them back Cain.” Farman groans as he notices the look of war in the others, excluding Hawkeye’s, eyes.

“NEVER! My precious’ my precious’!”

“He’s lost it.”

“He never had it.” Breda growls. They inch toward the mound of pillows only to be stopped by a gunshot. They look up disbelievingly at the gun-wielding Fury.

“No! You won’t steal my precious’!” he cries stroking the pillows.

“What now?” Breda asks.

“We fight to liberate our squishy companions!” Havoc cries dawning war-paint without a shirt. “Hawkeye are you with us?!”

“No.”

“Ok, Breda, Farman Lets fight!”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Farman asks.

“No.”

“Ok, let’s get this over with.” They’re hiding behind the cabinets.

“What now?”

“We shoot him out of the sky.” Breda grins.

“Works for me.” Havoc says. The fight rages on for three weeks, no not really, but it seems like it to them because of their attention span. Nobody notices the cigarette butt falling onto the pile of squishy pillows. BOOOOMMMM!!!!! They all try to get up out of the pile of ashes and notice a tag falling from the sky. Farman picks it up.

“Do not expose products to flame, cigarettes, or excessive heat.” He groans. “Why didn’t we read this before?” They all look to the door as it falls off revealing Hawkeye and Mustang making out. They look over.

“Next time, pad the desks with regular padding.” Mustang says as he pulls a curtain shut.


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Saturday, March 12, 2005

Butterflies
It was a normal, random day at the office. The sun was shining through the windows, and Breda was cowering on top of the cabinets staring warily at the cage on Fury’s desk.

“They’re just butterflies.” Fury said confusedly.

“But why are they there?” Havoc asked.

“They were lonely.” Havoc rolled his eyes and looked at Breda.

“Get down from there you coward.”

“No! They’ll get me!” Farman looks up from the newspaper.

“I thought you were only afraid of dogs.”

“I’m not afraid of them, they just disgust me.”

“Well, why the fear of butterflies?”

“They’re evil!”

Flashback

A young Breda is riding a tricycle down a sunny lane. He sees a butterfly and goes to pick it up, he trips and smashes it. Out of the sky millions of butterflies swarm around him, angered by the death of their second cousin twice removed. They fly up to him and latch on to him one by one. They slowly lift him into the sky and drop him onto the ground. They only lifted him up three feet, but the pain lasted anyway.

Back to life

“It’s too painful to talk about.” Breda exclaims like a drama queen.

“Dude, we just saw the flashback.” Havoc sighed.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Curse you wolfenzippo!”

“Heh heh heh,” I laugh at my desk.

“Sir? I think you’re over reacting.” Fury points out shyly.

“This is all pointless.” Farman comments.”

“Where did you get the butterflies anyway?” Havoc asked.

“My backyard.”

“No!!!!! You fool!” Breda yells.

“What?” Fury asks. At this point Ed bursts into the room.

“You are not going to believe this!” he exclaimed. “Millions of butterflies are swarming around the base!”

“Where’s Al?” Roy asks coming in. Ed looks startled and looks out the window.

“Niisan!”

“Al!” the millions of butterflies are dragging him to their lair of pointless evil; you know the kind I mean.

“I knew you shouldn’t have brought the butterflies here but did you listen, no!”

“Breda, shut up, they’re butterflies, what could they possibly do?” Havoc says nonchalantly. Little does he know….

After a long time…

Roy is trying to fry the butterflies into oblivion as everyone else tries to shoot them out of the sky. Ed is making an unsuccessful attempt at slicing them up.

“There are too many of them!” Roy shouts. “Just give the butterflies back Fury!”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

“They’re dead.”

“How?”

“I guess feeding them sugar water was a bad idea.” Roy grabs container.

“This is salt!”

“We’re doomed!” Breda whimpered/shouted.

“I have an idea!” Havoc shouted.

“Doomed!”

“I applaud your confidence in me.” He sarcastically replies. He grabs a toaster, some spatulas, and a few other things.

“What are you going to do with that?” Ed asks suspiciously.

“I’m going to jerry-rig the toaster!” he says proudly.

“What?!”

“I’m not quite sure what that means, but that’s impossible.” Fury adds quietly.

“It’s simple.” He starts putting the four spatulas in the slots, one on each side; he opens the toaster and does some technical looking stuff, and positions it at the window. “I hope this works.” He turns on the toaster, the spatulas start to whir and they rocket out of the window. They all stare after it as it explodes leaving a burning trail. As the ashes clear every butterfly was gone.

“There was no way that should have actually worked.” Farman mutters to himself.

“Where’s Al?” Ed asks. They all shrug.



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Convention
Here's a site on when Anime conventions are held... Ignore if you must...


http://www.cosplay.com/conventions.php
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Monday, March 7, 2005

   50 bullets???WTF!




I know this is of no importance, but I've been wondering... On Full Metal Alchemist on episode 15, how is it that Hawkeye had two pistols, shot about fifty bullets, and none hit Scar? He was right in front of her! Some should have hit him! What! does he have bullet disolving powers or something? Maybe the rain swerved the bullets some, but that's unlikely... I blame Roy, she had to kick him over and it threw of her aim? doubtfully... Just carry on with your lives...
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Thursday, March 3, 2005

   Caption


I know this isn't very original, but I figure that since I am bord I'll post this picture for people to send captions in, and read the captions in the comments.
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