I'm not sure what to say teacher, except I'm sorry for all this. We'll look for the Ishbalans now.
If we stayed here, we would only bring more trouble.
There is a chance the military will come looking for you after all that has happened. You should stay hidden for awhile.
Spare me Ed. If you guys start worrying about me, it really is the end of the world. You're goal is still the same then?
We gone through way too much to make it worth something now. We'll keep on moving until we get our bodies back.
Funny. I hear Greed bit the big one.
Indeed. And in a sense, his death suited him almost perfectly. Violent and so intense, it bordered on the beautiful.
Ed can murder us all he want. "You know who" will just replace us. Speaking of, Sloth is taking care of the new Wrath as we speak. Just think of the possibilities it will present. Something wrong? Don't let this get to you, Greed was weak so he died, end of story.
Have you ever wondered where we came from… or where we go after we're dead?
[reveals his automail arm] Are you scared?
Well there's something that's had me afraid. Your red eyes. The first time I saw Scar on those library steps I was scared of him, the first Ishbalan I'd ever seen. And now, well, I've learned that you can't always trust the way that you feel, and you can't trust everything you've heard about people like me either, from your mom, or your dad, because even they can be wrong. That's why we've all gotta find our own answers.
Falman (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Saturday 0946 hours. With papers waiting for his approval and due by noon, the Colonel decided to take a nap instead.
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): 1026 hours. The Colonel attempted to feed Lieutenant Hawkeye's dog. The dog was not biting.
Fuery (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): At 1103 hours he started obsessively cleaning the windows, with still no progress on those papers, with the deadline on fast approaching.
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Then at 1147 hours, the Colonel began to furiously sign the papers, all the while cursing that he didn't have time for this.
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Wait! The girl from the flower shop?! You don't mean Grace!? Not my Grace! I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST PLAYING HARD TO GET WITH ME!
Falman (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): If she's seeing two guys at once she can't be that hard to get.
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): In a head to head with Mustang over a girl, you're screwed.
Fuery (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): I'm sorry, but there's no way she'd pick you over-
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): SHUT UP YOU JERKS! They don't understand my feelings, I really thought this was love.
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Damn Havoc, is that a surveillance log or a diary?
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): You take that back, loser!
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Look who's talking!
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): WHAT?!
Falman (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Yes! I love a good fight.
Fuery (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Come on guys, lay down your pencils and make up.
ALRIGHT, I'M THROUGH! I CAN'T TAKE THIS STUPID INVESTIGATION!
Wait, grief affects his performance which affects me. [to his men] Hey, why don't you find a girl for Havoc?
What?! But I'm a highly trained officer!
I can't even find a girl for me!
Just toss him one of yours, Colonel.
BFBreda, Falman, and Fuery
Uh, nothing.
10,000 says he blows the date.
I say they don't even have one.
My money is on him chickening out before he even sees her!
You realize you're all bidding against him.
BFBreda, Falman, and Fuery
Safest bet!
It' so big… Alright, I'm going home…
Are you out of your frickin' mind?! You've hit the mother load with this one, Havoc! You just have to convince her to marry you and you're set for life!
You'll fly up the ranks in no time!
Marry her? But I don't even know her yet…
Well according to Major Armstrong, she's every bit as beautiful as the Major himself.
You mean she looks just like the Major? (Imagines Armstrong in a blonde wig and sundress) GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF ME GUYS, I'M GOING HOME!
AH! WELCOME TO OUR HOME LIEUTENANT HAVOC!
Bye! Don't blow it! (speedily drives off)
AMr. Armstrong
For the past 180 some odd years, the house of Armstrong as played a vital role in the nations finance and political military circles. Generation after generation, we've supplied the country with countless Generals, why! I, myself was a general back in the day when that meant something! Of course, we didn't have motorcars….
Oh! Father's stories always touch me in a profound way!
AMrs. Armstrong
Oh my! Tell me he's not boring our poor guest with old war stories!
Mother? That's a relief… The mother looks pretty normal… SHE'S A FREAKING GIANT!! THAT'S NOT NORMAL! THAT'S NOT NORMAL AT ALL!!! Think about it rationally. Havoc. If the father is large horizontally, and the mother's large vertically, then it only makes sense, for the son to look something like… This… So the daughter must look something like...! No, that's not how it works. Some traits are more dominant, so there is the possibility when you cross A with B, it could resemble A more.
Here she comes, lieutenant! My baby sister!
AMrs. Armstrong
Come now, Catherine, don't be bashful. You know it’s not an attractive quality.
Moment of truth! Does she look like her dad, or her mom? Either way she's a monster, but if she's got to be a potato or a tomato, then please let her be a tomato!
