[Suddenly it's the inside of a partially painted room, chairs and tables against one wall, and glass-fronted cases beside an old-timey cash register on the other. Al looks about as defeated as a metal suit can look, and sinks into a chair.]
---yes. [Exasperated sigh.] I'm sure. I'm really, really sure.
[Dawn's voice is heard off-forge, a little too
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I'm glad to see you kids are having fun.
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Hey Important Corn Guy! 'Sup?
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So am I. I don't even know how that works.
Don't tell my brother, okay?
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[A beat. Then:]
SERIOUSLY?
[How does that even WORK?!]
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Dunno!
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Well, I threw a candy in his eyehole and it vanished and so then I poured the wine in. He said he wouldn't rust! I think it's cause this stuff is magic! How else would the bottle keep refilling?!
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Otherwise, you'll be feeling it later, kid.
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LET ME TALK!
[Fumbly noises as his headless form grabs the forge from Dawn.]
HI, IT'S ME, AL!
OH, WAIT.
[Scraping noises as Al's body crawls over to Al's head.]
HI, IT'S ME, AL!
Hey, Dawn. Who is Important Corn Guy?
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[Metallic clang as his helmet tips over.]
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Huh.
So, how does it taste?
[Because he's genuinely curious. And he's not collecting blackmail material on any of you (yes, Riza and Roy, that includes you two) for later. REALLY.]
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Maybe it's ach- alchemy. [Alco-my!] Or magic.
I feel funny.
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[Wonders if Al can get a hangover too.]
Take it from me, it's not going to be pleasant later.
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