Winry: Ed, if you break my automail again, I’m gonna make your life hell. Ed: Jokes on you, my life is already hell. Winry: Winry: Ed, are you okay? Ed, whispering: No. . .
Listen I know you have a lot of requests, but consider the homunculus with the Worst fashion sense: Greed!Ed colonelhotstuff: Thanks! I hate this!