This isn't my fault, I take no responsiblity for this, I have no idea where this came from, someone please send a therapist. I guess I should say MOVIE SPOILERS PROBABLY.
Pirate!Roy: Edward, my god, is that you? Where have you been?!
Munich!Ed: Oberst? OH- mein fucking Gott, was ist mit dem Auge Flecken?
Pirate!Roy: What was that? Was that some strange alchemic language you learned in the ether of where ever it is you where?
Munich!Ed: Was sagen die Hölle Sie?
Pirate!Roy: What was that?
Munich!Ed: Ich hoffe, daß Sie nicht denken, daß Auge Fleckenmarken, die Sie reizvoll schauen.
Pirate!Roy: Nevermind, language barrier or no, our love is still as it ever was. You grew up nice, come on over here and give us some love.
Munich!Ed: Ich bin zurück fünf fucking Minuten und der Sohn eines Weibchens kommt auf mich bereits. Ich wette, daß er irgendeine Scheißelinie gibt über, wie wir uns noch lieben und langauge keine Sperre ist.
Pirate!Roy: You know, you talking like this is kinda turning me on.
Munich!Ed: Fucking Akzent muß ihn anmachen.
Plushie!Roy: Hey good looking, this guys bothering you, GOOD LORD, ED IS THAT YOU?!
Munich!Ed: OH- mein fucking Gott, den er laichte!
Plushie!Roy: That accent is stunning, I see you went and developed culture. That makes me hot.
Munich!Ed: Schlägt er auf mir auch? Fluch, Apfel fiel nicht weit von den Baum! Wunder, wer die Mutter war?
Plushie!Ed: You're the new Roy aren't you? Eye patch is kind of large, but nevermind. OMFG we're like the same size, finally I won't feel like I'm getting it from a grade schooler!
Pirate!Roy: You know I lived through the red coat years and I'm not going back.
Plushie!Ed: Don't be like that, I'm young and tight because mini-Roy over there is proportinate to size! It was the eye patch comment wasn't it? I'm fucking sorry, I'll be a good dog. Geezer me isn't in the military you know, I still am. I like doggy style!
Pirate!Roy: Kindly stop drooling on my shoulder.
Plushe!Al: I got a kitty! She's sewn to my hand, want to see?
Plushe!Ed: Yeah, that's great Al, you're horning in on my action here, move the hell over.
Pirate!Roy: Still have the tin-can brother I see. You know the other you here, while I can't understand what he's saying, has a hot younger flesh and blood brother now. Not in plushie version unfortunately, but we can't have everything.
Plushie!Ed: Shut the fuck up! My Al is still way cuter than his CosPlay!Al. Al geezus, move the hell over already!
Plushie!Al: This Pirate Colonel is mean, see my kitty?
Plushie!Ed: Hey, excuse me, let me in here, there we go. Now then Geezer me, let's have a little chat. You can't have both Roys.
Munich!Ed: Ugh, die Junge und smitten Version. Ich wettete, daß Sie über die beide Tatsache Roys kommen auf mich sind nicht Sie meckern? Ich wurde, als ich Sie war. Ich sehe, daß Ihr Al noch a Zinn-kann ist. Pathetisch.
Plushie!Ed: What the fuck did you just say? I'm gonna have to rip that goddamn pretentious ponytail out by the roots aren't I? What did you do, go off and get stupid. Someone please kill me before I get this old.
Munich!Ed: Was sagte das Bumsen Sie gerecht? Ich schw50re, warum nicht jemand mich tötete, als ich dieses Alter war. Ich war mouthed wenig moron solch ein regelwidriges. Betrachten Sie diese dumme Flechte, die ich mich war dachte? Pippy Longstocking?
Plushie!Roy: Hey, yeah, excuse me here, is Plushie!Ed bothering you Beautiful?
Plushie!Ed: FUCKER GET OFF OF ME! SKY! SKY!
Sky: WTF? How did you all get off the shelf?
Plushie!Roy: SKY! When did this vision grace our presence? Why haven't I meet him before?
Sky: You're amazingly unobservant, he's been sitting at the other end of a shelf from you.
Munich!Ed: HIMMEL! Sie holen pedophilia zu den neuen Höhen, wie alt sind dieses Zicklein, das auf mir schlägt?
Sky: Uh...what was that Ponytail?
Plushie!Ed: What is his dysfunction! DAMMIT, teach me an exotic sexy foreign language, get me some goddamn tapes!
Plushie!Al: I have a kitty! Look older and stand offish foreign speaking brother?
Plushie!Ed: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM AL NO TELLING WHAT DISEASES HE BROUGHT BACK WITH HIM! AND GET THE HELL OFF MY LAP! I DON'T DO ELRICEST! THAT'S THE ARTICULATED ED'S DEAL!
Munich!Ed: Sie lassen mich meinen Bruder wünschen waren ein plushie, und Sie sind noch in einer Luft vorangegangenen Art der Weise nett.
Pirate!Roy: Look Al, over there, the cast from the Broadway show: Cats.
Plushie!Ed: WTF? AL...dammit get OFF MY LAP, no wait, you can stay, hi there.
Pirate!Roy: OW! Dammit, if you're gonna pinch use the flesh hand!
Munich!Ed: Erhalten Sie Ihr Zicklein weg von meinem Schoß!
Sky: It's really disturbing to have a plushie I can't understand.
Plushie!Roy: Go make a german speaking friend, did he say me sitting in his lap was turning him on?!
Pirate!Roy: Pinch harder and too the left.
Plushie!Ed: Teehee
Sky: OK, I've had it, everyone back to the shelf!
Plushie!Roy: This is a very unfair position, I want to sit at the end!
Munich!Ed: Ich möchte plushie!Al neben mir sitzen, er schlage nicht auf mir... werde er?
Plushie!Ed: Move the trash can over, when I manage to push Plushie!Roy off the shelf I want him to have somewhere appropriate to land.
Pirate!Roy: I like the seating arrangements just fine. Sky, knows what she's doing, who are we to mess with her grand design?
Plushie!Roy: You know, I'm still a Colonel and you're a Private or whatever, I outrank you. It's not size, it's quality.
Sky: All of you shut the hell up, I'm trying to write a fic here!
Plastic!Roy: You know I'm the most dignified toy you have and you perched a plastic dog on my head.
Sky: I can't see him otherwise, deal!
Plastic!Riza: I'm glad we have a shelf to ourselves away from the lack of morals below.
Sky: I have another Ed coming by the way.
Plastic!Eds: Soon there will be enough of us to take over the house.
Sky: That is what
hakuyama is afraid of. By the way, still haven't forgiven big assed solid Plastic!Al there for taking the header off the shelf and knocking the lot of you down on my head.
Plastic!Al: =(
Plushie!Yasha: As soon as I work this damn tack loose Haku put in my hair I'll show you some damn aerial acrobatics!
Sky: That's why the tack is in your hair now.
Plushie!Yasha: How's Kagome's operation going?
Sky: We haven't gotten the right epoxy for hand reattachment yet, I'll keep you informed.
Plushie!Yasha: Where are the rest of the troops?
Sky: Haku got a bookcase in the bedroom, they all immigrated and watch bad late night TV in there now.
Plushie!Yasha: Traitors
The Troops: You're really out of practice aren' t you to throw in a shot of us to try and finish this pathetic attempt off. The fic has ruined you.
Sky: shuddup
The Troops: Loser
~fin
A 'Man this really sucks' production, but everyone keep poking me about it 0_0
Ed's translations available if enough people yell about it.
I tried to harm plushies in the making of this but they kept getting out of the way.
What Munich!Ed is saying This was done with AltaVista's Babelfish, I don't speak german! Any german speakers I apologize to in advance.
1. Colonel? Oh my fucking god, what is with the eye patch?
What the hell are you saying?
I hope you don't think that eye patch makes you look sexy.
2. I'm back five fucking minutes and the son of a bitch is coming onto me already. I bet he's giving some shit line about how we still love each other and langauge is no barrier.
Fucking accent must be turning him on.
3.oh my fucking god he spawned!
Is he hitting on me too? Damn, apple didn't fall far from the tree! Wonder who the mother was?
4. Ugh, the young and smitten version. I bet you're bitching about the fact both Roys are coming onto me aren't you? I would when I was you. I see your Al is still a tin-can. Pathetic.
What the fuck did you just say? I swear why didn't someone kill me when I was this age. I was such a foul mouthed little moron. Look at that stupid braid, who did I think I was? Pippy Longstocking?
5. SKY! You are bringing pedophilia to new heights, how old is this kid that's hitting on me?
6. You make me wish my brother was a plushie, and you're still cute in a air headed sort of way.
7. Get your kid off my lap!
8. I want plushie!Al to sit beside me, he won't hit on me...will he?