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  1. Fullmetal alchemist >01. Those Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck Challenge tha Sun Edit 0 2…
  2. Ed:
  3. That oughta do dat shit.
  4. Yo ass ready?
  5.  
  6. Al:
  7. Mm-hmm.
  8.  
  9. Ed:
  10. Don't be scared, Al.
  11. Everythingz perfect.
  12. Let' go fo' dat shit.
  13.  
  14. Al:
  15. Uh-huh.
  16.  
  17. Ed:
  18. Alchemy.
  19. Da science of understandin tha structure of matter, breakin it down, then reconstructin it tha fuck into suttin' else.
  20. It can even make gold from lead.
  21. But Alchemy be a science.
  22. So it must follow tha natural laws.
  23. To create, suttin' of equal value must be lost.
  24. This is tha principle of Equivalent Exchange.
  25. But on dat night, I hustled dat tha jointz of some thangs can't be measured on a simple scale.
  26.  
  27. Winry:
  28. That was Edward.
  29.  
  30. Pinako:
  31. Wait, Winry dawwwwg!
  32. Look!
  33.  
  34. Ed:
  35. My fuckin brutha n' I knew tha lawz of science, of Equivalent Exchange.
  36. Da bust required sacrifice, dat suttin' had ta be taken from us.
  37. But we thought there was not a god damn thang mo' we could lose.
  38. Us thugs was wrong.
  39.  
  40. Ed:
  41. Al...
  42. Alphonse, say something.
  43. Al, no!
  44. Stay wit me!
  45. Damn dat shiznit son!
  46. This wasn't suppose to...
  47. Argh!
  48. No!
  49. What have I done?!
  50. Mom...
  51. Is dat yo slick ass?
  52.  
  53.  
  54. Ed:
  55. I don't give a fuck bout deserts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast.
  56. It aint nuthin but not a god damn thang but sand.
  57. If there was some grass, I could turn it tha fuck into bread. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
  58. I be starving.
  59. Yo, Al, where'd ya go, biatch?
  60. Al, biatch?
  61. Hey!
  62.  
  63. Al:
  64. Down here.
  65.  
  66. Ed:
  67. Ahhh!
  68.  
  69. Al:
  70. I sunk again.
  71.  
  72. Ed:
  73. Reason number 2, I don't give a fuck bout tha desert.
  74. I don't KNOW why you keep fallin in!
  75.  
  76. Al:
  77. I git full!
  78.  
  79. Ed:
  80. Full of what?!
  81. Git back here!
  82.  
  83. Al:
  84. What is you gonna do?
  85.  
  86. Ed:
  87. Nothing!
  88.  
  89. Al:
  90. Then, why is you chasin me son?
  91.  
  92. Ed:
  93. Quit n' you gonna smoke up!
  94.  
  95. Al:
  96. I promise.
  97. I won't git buried again.
  98.  
  99. Ed:
  100. Not unless itz by me!
  101.  
  102. Al:
  103. Ed!
  104.  
  105. Ed:
  106. Arghhh!
  107.  
  108. Al:
  109. Is you aiiight, Brother?
  110.  
  111. Ed:
  112. It aint nuthin but yo' fault fo' not stoppin when I holla'd.
  113.  
  114. Al:
  115. Yo ass wouldn't stop either if one of mah thugs was chasin yo thugged-out ass.
  116.  
  117. Ed:
  118. Shut-up.
  119. Too tried ta fight.
  120. Gin N Juice n' shit.
  121. I can almost hear dat shit.
  122. Wait a second.
  123. I can hear dat shiznit son!
  124.  
  125. Ed:
  126. Al, Look!
  127.  
  128. Al:
  129. Ed, wait!
  130.  
  131. Ed:
  132. Water, water, water, water, water, water, wa...
  133.  
  134. Ed:
  135. Guess dis explains tha nasty stench up in tha air.
  136.  
  137. Al:
  138. Whatz wrong?
  139. Hm?
  140. Is it blood?
  141.  
  142. Ed:
  143. No.
  144. Mo' like blood-red dat schmoooooove alcatronic shit.
  145.  
  146. Man:
  147. Yo, git away from there biaaatch!
  148. Yo ass know thatz off limits ta kids!
  149. Hahahaha.
  150. Yo ass is out-of-tballers.
  151. That explains dat shit.
  152. You'll gotta forgive mah dirty ass.
  153. I thought you was tryin ta sneak a lil nip.
  154.  
  155. Ed:
  156. A fountain stocked wit free dat schmoooooove alcatronic shit.
  157. Thatz pretty ritzy.
  158. This hood must be loaded.
  159.  
  160. Man:
  161. Yeah, our phat asses do all right here.
  162. Oh, I almost forgot.
  163. Time fo' a lil ass chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch.
  164.  
  165. Radio:
  166. Lil Pimpz of Dogg whoz ass live upon dis land.
  167. Pray up in faith dat ye may be saved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
  168. As sun lights tha day, so do tha Sun Dogg Leto illuminizzle thy path, n' drown up tha shadowz of suffering...
  169.  
  170. Ed:
  171. Well, thatz freakish.
  172.  
  173. Al:
  174. Some kind of religious broadcast.
  175.  
  176. Man:
  177. Yo crazy-ass dawgz up in a suit of armor n' yo ass is bustin gloves up in tha desert n' you call our asses freaks?
  178.  
  179. Radio:
  180. May dis hood be pimped n' may we continue ta experience growth n' prosperity.
  181.  
  182. Man:
  183. Whatz yo' deal anyway, biatch?
  184. Yo ass street muthafuckas?
  185.  
  186. Ed:
  187. I don't be thinkin so, pops.
  188. Do I be lookin like a cold-ass lil clown ta yo slick ass?
  189.  
  190. Man:
  191. Well, you must have some reason, ta trip up dis far.
  192.  
  193. Ed:
  194. Us playas just tryin ta track suttin' down.
  195. Thatz all.
  196. Now whoz ass is dis muthafucka on yo' airwaves?
  197.  
  198. Man:
  199. Why, biatch?
  200. Thatz Sir Cornello.
  201.  
  202. Ed:
  203. Huh, don't rang a funky-ass bell.
  204.  
  205. Man:
  206. Yo ass is kiddin me biaaatch!
  207. You've never heard of tha pimped out prophet Cornello?!
  208.  
  209. Ed:
  210. Whatz so pimped out bout him?
  211.  
  212. Man:
  213. Dude can big-ass up miraclez fo' one thang.
  214. I've never peeped anythang like dat shit.
  215.  
  216. Man:
  217. This hood was a God-forsaken dust bowl before Cornello gots here n' transformed it tha fuck into a thugged-out desert paradise.
  218.  
  219. Man:
  220. Cornello can even forgive sins.
  221.  
  222. Man:
  223. Yeah, we on tha Sun Godz phat side cuz of his muthafuckin ass.
  224. Dude gives our asses blessings.
  225.  
  226. Ed:
  227. Oh, I just remembered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
  228. We gotta be somewhere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho.
  229. Yo ass locked n loaded ta split?
  230.  
  231. Al:
  232. Yeah, aiiight.
  233.  
  234. Man:
  235. Aah!
  236.  
  237. Al:
  238. Oops!
  239.  
  240. Man:
  241. Now you've done it, dawg.
  242. What do you expect bustin a wack tin suit?
  243.  
  244. Ed:
  245. Don't bust a lung, grandpa.
  246. We can fix dat shit.
  247.  
  248. Man:
  249. It aint nuthin but up in a thousand pieces!
  250.  
  251. Al:
  252. I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit.
  253. Let me try.
  254.  
  255. Ed:
  256. Sure.
  257.  
  258. Man:
  259. Da drawing.
  260. Whatz it for?
  261.  
  262. Ed:
  263. You'll peep up in just a second. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
  264. It aint nuthin but called a transmutation Circle.
  265.  
  266. Al:
  267. Okay.
  268. Here it goes.
  269.  
  270. Radio:
  271. If yo ass is lost, gangbang me n' yo big-ass booty is ghon be found. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
  272. If yo ass is scared, take refuge...
  273.  
  274. Man:
  275. It aint nuthin but straight-up a land of prophets muthafucka!
  276. Yo crazy-ass dawg can work miraclez like Cornello.
  277.  
  278. Ed:
  279. It aint nuthin but not a god damn thang like dis shit.
  280.  
  281. Al:
  282. It aint nuthin but science.
  283. We alchemists.
  284.  
  285. Ed:
  286. We tha Elric brothers.
  287. Not ta brag or anythang yo, but we pretty well known.
  288.  
  289. Man:
  290. Elrics?
  291. Not familiar.
  292.  
  293. Man:
  294. Us dudes aint gots any alchemists up in these parts.
  295.  
  296. Man:
  297. I fix thangs fo' a livin though cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce.
  298. Let me know if you need a thang.
  299.  
  300. Lust:
  301. Dude don't need any work.
  302. Thatz Edward Elric, tha Fullmetal Alchemist.
  303. Dat punk bein celebritizzle round Eastside City.
  304. They say he a real lil pimp prodigy.
  305.  
  306. Man:
  307. Fuck dat shit, a real, live hyped person.
  308.  
  309. Man:
  310. I see, you gots tha name Fullmetal cuz you wear dat armor.
  311.  
  312. Man:
  313. Yo, would you come ta mah daughterz birthdizzle party?
  314.  
  315. Al:
  316. Uh, I aint tha Fullmetal Alchemist.
  317. Dude is.
  318.  
  319. Man:
  320. Yo ass mean dat lil shorty there?
  321.  
  322. Ed:
  323. Shorty?!
  324. Could a shorty do this?!
  325. What else you wanna call me son, biatch?
  326. A half-pint bean-sprout midget, biatch?
  327. I be still growing, you back-water desert idiots!
  328.  
  329. Rose:
  330. I peep there be a nuff excitement round here todizzle.
  331.  
  332. Man:
  333. Ah, Rose.
  334.  
  335. Rose:
  336. Don't mind mah dirty ass.
  337. I'd don't give a fuck bout ta spoil all tha fun.
  338.  
  339. Al:
  340. Thatz all gravy.
  341. Hoes call me Alphonse Elric.
  342. Sick ta hook up yo thugged-out ass.
  343.  
  344. Ed:
  345. And I be Edward, Alz olda brutha n' shit.
  346. Also known as tha Fullmetal Alchemist.
  347.  
  348. Rose:
  349. Older brother, biatch?
  350. But shouldn't it be tha other way around?
  351.  
  352. Al:
  353. Easy, Edward.
  354.  
  355. Man:
  356. Yo Rose, have you finished yo' hustlin fo' todizzlez offering?
  357.  
  358. Rose:
  359. Yeah.
  360.  
  361. Man:
  362. Well then, maybe you could take dem ta tha temple up in yo' faaaaaace biaaatch!
  363. They say they lookin fo' something.
  364. I bet Father Cornello could help out.
  365. Yo ass know, have dem ask fo' Godz grace.
  366.  
  367. Al:
  368. Uh, thatz all gravy.
  369. Us dudes don't straight-up...
  370.  
  371. Rose:
  372. It aint nuthin but aiiiight if you aint gots a offerin todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa!
  373. And besides, dat schmoooove muthafucka has rooms fo' travelers.
  374. Yo ass could stay there tonight.
  375.  
  376. Al:
  377. Thanks yo, but, uh...
  378.  
  379. Ed:
  380. As a matter of fact, we'd ludd ta take you up on that, wouldn't we, Al?
  381.  
  382. Al:
  383. Us thugs would, biatch?
  384. Yo ass mean you want to?
  385.  
  386. Ed:
  387. Mm-hmm.
  388.  
  389. Man:
  390. It shizzle is sick ta peep a smile on Rosez face.
  391.  
  392. Man:
  393. Yeah.
  394. Dat hoe beginnin ta act like her oldschool self again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
  395. Her ass must be healin at last.
  396.  
  397. Ed:
  398. Yo Al, remember dat dem hoes all up in tha shop, biatch?
  399. Bitch knew mah dirty ass.
  400. Have we kicked it wit before?
  401.  
  402. Al:
  403. Fuck dat shit, I don't be thinkin so.
  404.  
  405. Rose:
  406. Yo ass shouldn't worry.
  407.  
  408. Ed:
  409. Hmm?
  410.  
  411. Rose:
  412. I be shizzle Cornello will help you find what tha fuck you lookin for.
  413. And besides, if you show his ass you faithful, I bet his schmoooove ass could make you taller.
  414.  
  415. Ed:
  416. Whatz wack wit you playas biaaatch!
  417. I aint short!
  418. Yo ass come from a thugged-out desert tribe of giants or something?!
  419.  
  420. Al:
  421. Edward, please!
  422.  
  423. Ed:
  424. Yo ass want a shitload of this, too?
  425.  
  426. Cornello:
  427. Serve legit faith dat all thy lyrics may be answered.
  428. As a playa opens blindz ta let tha light flood in, so open thy ass, dat tha Sun Dogg may shine on yo thugged-out ass.
  429.  
  430. Cray:
  431. Choice lyrics as always, Yo crazy-ass Holiness.
  432.  
  433. Man:
  434. Yes, Father n' shit.
  435. We'd be lost without yo thugged-out ass.
  436.  
  437. Rose:
  438. Father Cornello?
  439.  
  440. Cornello:
  441. Ahh, Rose.
  442.  
  443. Rose:
  444. Pardon me, Cray.
  445. May I put some travelaz up in tha Pilgrims' Quarters?
  446.  
  447. Cornello:
  448. Yo ass straight-up delight up in helpin others solve they shits, don't yo slick ass?
  449.  
  450. Rose:
  451. Well, thatz what tha fuck you teach our asses Father Cornello, so thatz what tha fuck I do... Or try to.
  452.  
  453. Cornello:
  454. And Dogg sees dem phat deeds, n' writes dem all down up in stone.
  455. But you must be patient, Rose.
  456. We need a lil mo' time ta grant tha miracle you seek.
  457.  
  458. Rose:
  459. Yes yes y'all.
  460.  
  461. Al:
  462. I was rappin ta Rose.
  463. That grave belongs ta her boyfriend.
  464. Dude was all dat freaky freaky biatch had. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
  465. Her muthafathas took a dirt nap when dat biiiiatch was a lil girl.
  466. Dat hoe convinced dat Cornello can brang his ass back ta game.
  467.  
  468. Ed:
  469. And he leadin her on n' lettin her be thinkin his schmoooove ass can do dat shit.
  470.  
  471. Al:
  472. Well, maybe his schmoooove ass can.
  473. What if Cornello straight-up be a Holy Man, biatch?
  474. Those scriptures.
  475. Maybe there is suttin' else up there.
  476. Somethang we can't explain.
  477.  
  478. Ed:
  479. Don't count on dat shit.
  480.  
  481. Ed:
  482. What do you think?
  483.  
  484. Al:
  485. Looks pretty obvious.
  486. Dat punk rockin alchemy.
  487.  
  488. Ed:
  489. Yeah yo, but still, somethingz wrong.
  490. It aint nuthin but not equal...
  491.  
  492. Rose:
  493. Yo muthafuckas.
  494. How tha fuck is you likin yo' first miracle gathering?
  495. Dat punk amazing, aint he?
  496.  
  497. Ed:
  498. Well he a dunkadelic hustla.
  499. I be bout ta give his ass dis shit.
  500. But dem aren't miracles.
  501. Dat punk swindlin yo thugged-out ass.
  502.  
  503. Al:
  504. Now, Ed, our phat asses don't give a fuck dis shit.
  505. Us playas just know he rockin alchemy, n' he ignorin tha laws.
  506.  
  507. Rose:
  508. What laws?
  509.  
  510. Ed:
  511. This aint witchcraft, itz a science, n' you don't make thangs outta thin air.
  512. In chemistry, a erection has ta be balanced.
  513. So do alchemy.
  514.  
  515. Al :
  516. It aint nuthin but a equation, Rose.
  517. Yo crazy-ass output has ta be of equal mass ta tha shiznit you started with.
  518. Da base elements gotta be similar, like a muthafucka.
  519. Like tha radio I fixed.
  520. I couldn't make it bigger, or a tree or something.
  521.  
  522. Ed:
  523. It aint nuthin but our foundin principle.
  524. To obtain, suttin' of equal value must be lost.
  525. But dat holy bastardz straight-up disregardin tha law.
  526.  
  527. Rose:
  528. Because da thug hustlin miracles!
  529. What do you say now, Ed?
  530. I be bout ta bet you can't do dat wit alchemy!
  531. It aint nuthin but a legit miracle... Well shiiiit, it has ta be.
  532.  
  533. Cray:
  534. Edward Elric?
  535.  
  536. Cornello:
  537. Yes, Cray. Word has it dat da thug was certified as a State Alchemist when da thug was only twelve muthafuckin years old.
  538. They call his ass tha Full Metal Alchemist.
  539.  
  540. Cray:
  541. Yo ass shizzle itz him, Father?
  542.  
  543. Cornello:
  544. I be afraid so.
  545. Da military they represent must have witnessed our paradise n' wish ta intervene.
  546. They is greedy, evil souls.
  547. We must save mah lil pimps from em.
  548. Understand?
  549.  
  550. Cray:
  551. I'ma carry up tha will of Dogg.
  552.  
  553. Cornello:
  554. Yo crazy-ass heavenly reward is ghon be pimped out, mah dear Cray.
  555.  
  556. Lust:
  557. Da boyz presence shits mah dirty ass.
  558. I don't like dat shit.
  559.  
  560. Cornello:
  561. Don't you worry.
  562. Even if Cray should fail, there is one other way.
  563.  
  564. Ed:
  565. So, if you pray n' polish tha altar enough times, one of mah thugs whoz dead is ghon be brought back ta game?
  566.  
  567. Rose:
  568. Somethang like dis shit.
  569.  
  570. Ed:
  571. Water, 35 liters. Carbon, 20 kilograms fo' realz. Ammonia, 4 liters. Lime, 1.5 kilograms. Phosphorous, 800 grams. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Salt, 250 grams. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Saltpeter, 100 grams. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sulfur, 80 grams. Fluorine, 7.5. Iron, 5. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Silicon, 3 grams fo' realz. And trace amountz of fifteen other elements.
  572.  
  573. Rose:
  574. Whatz that?
  575.  
  576. Ed:
  577. It aint nuthin but all tha ingredientz of tha average adult human body, down ta tha last speckz of protein up in yo' eyelashes.
  578. And even though science has given our asses tha entire physical breakdown, there has never been a successful attempt at brangin a human ta game.
  579. Therez still suttin' missing, suttin' scientists aint been able ta find up in centuriez of research.
  580. So what tha fuck make you be thinkin dat hack-job priest wit his thugged-out lil' parlor tricks is goin ta be able to?
  581. And up in case you wondering, all dem ingredients can be looted on a cold-ass lil childz allowance.
  582. Humans can be built on tha skanky.
  583. Therez no magic ta dat shit.
  584.  
  585. Rose:
  586. Well if there be a no magic, then you brang one of mah thugs back ta game!
  587.  
  588. Ed:
  589. Just a matter of time, Rose.
  590. Science will find a way.
  591. Science is tha answer ta every last muthafuckin thang.
  592. If I was you, I'd drop tha scriptures n' pick up a alchemy book.
  593. We tha closest thang ta godz there are.
  594.  
  595. Rose:
  596. Yo ass aint a god. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
  597. Yo ass is not a god damn thang close ta dat shit.
  598.  
  599. Ed:
  600. And neither is tha sun.
  601. It aint nuthin but just a mass of Hydrogen.
  602. Git close ta it like Cornello fronts, n' all you gonna do is burn up.
  603.  
  604. Al:
  605. Great, Ed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Push yo' total cynicizzle on one of mah thugs.
  606.  
  607. Cray:
  608. Don't worry, Elric.
  609. Yo crazy-ass brutha will join you soon.
  610.  
  611. Rose:
  612. Cray dawwwwg! What is you bustin?
  613.  
  614. Cray:
  615. These two is enemiez of Dogg.
  616. This is His will, Rose.
  617. Not mine!
  618.  
  619. Al:
  620. I don't be thinkin so, mister.
  621. I gots dat shiznit son! I gots dat shiznit son!
  622.  
  623. Ed:
  624. Strike!
  625.  
  626. Rose:
  627. Dude aint gots a head!
  628.  
  629. Ed:
  630. Yeah! Thatz Al!
  631.  
  632. Al:
  633. Please, don't be scared, Rose.
  634. This is how tha fuck I am.
  635.  
  636. Rose:
  637. But you not there!
  638.  
  639. Al:
  640. It aint nuthin but true.
  641. I aint gots a funky-ass body.
  642. But I be here.
  643. This is mah punishment fo' settin foot on Holy Ground, where mortals is forbidden.
  644. We done cooked up a mistake, Rose, n' we payin fo' dat shit.
  645.  
  646. Ed:
  647. Rose, wait!
  648.  
  649. Rose:
  650. Cray was right son!
  651. They is evil!
  652. What have I done?
  653. They made me doubt you, Cornello!
  654. Forgive me biaaatch!
  655. Please!
  656.  
  657. Ed:
  658. I can't peep a cold-ass lil church hood down here, can yo slick ass?
  659. There she is.
  660.  
  661. Cornello:
  662. You've wrestled wit tha darknizz n' prevailed, Rose.
  663. Nuff props fo' brangin dem here.
  664. State Alchemists, brutal enforcers.
  665. I had a gangbangin' feelin one of y'all would show up someday.
  666.  
  667. Ed:
  668. Well, letz not chalk dat up ta pious premonitions, aiiight?
  669. Yo ass knew we'd come fo' tha stone.
  670.  
  671. Cornello:
  672. Do you mean this, lil' man?
  673.  
  674. Ed:
  675. I knew dat shit.
  676. Alchemy without a transmutation circle, straight-up ignorin tha principle of equivalent exchange.
  677. It could only mean one thang.
  678.  
  679. Cornello:
  680. Yes, tha mythical gem.
  681. Da legendary amplifier.
  682. Da Philosopherz Stone!
  683.  
  684. Ed:
  685. Thatz it, Al.
  686. It aint nuthin but ours.
  687. Cough it up, Cornello.
  688. That stone belongs ta me now, nahmeean?
  689. And if you hand it over peacefully, I won't tell tha playas here what tha fuck you've been bustin.
  690.  
  691. Cornello:
  692. Whatz that, biatch?
  693. Restorin they hood ta peace n' prosperity?
  694. Do you know what tha fuck would happen if mah miraculous wondaz suddenly stopped?
  695. No Muthafucka wants dis shit.
  696. Do they, Rose?
  697.  
  698. Ed:
  699. Don't dig him, Rose biaaatch!
  700. Dat punk just a cold-ass lil con-man!
  701.  
  702. Cornello:
  703. Nonsense biaaatch!
  704. Would a cold-ass lil con-man restore game ta a thugged-out dyin town?
  705. When I arrived dis hood was full of strife n' I brought peace.
  706. They came ta me wit parched throats n' I pimped water.
  707. I built buildings fo' dem n' even gave dem scrilla.
  708. They believed dat heaven had forsaken dem yo, but I gave dem hope n' became they prophet!
  709. Why do tha military wanna destroy all this?
  710.  
  711. Ed:
  712. I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit what tha fuck tha military wants.
  713. I be here fo' me!
  714.  
  715. Cornello:
  716. What?
  717.  
  718. Ed:
  719. I need dat stone.
  720. We need it ta make suttin' right again!
  721.  
  722. Rose:
  723. So thatz dat shiznit son!
  724. This be all bout you n' what tha fuck you want!
  725. What bout us, biatch?
  726. Yo ass couldn't give a fuckin shit!
  727.  
  728. Al:
  729. Rose, we only tryin to...
  730.  
  731. Ed:
  732. It aint nuthin but no use!
  733.  
  734. Cornello:
  735. Enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce.
  736. There is no point up in jumpin off bout some shit.
  737. If you want tha philosopherz stone, you gonna gotta take it from mah dirty ass.
  738.  
  739. Ed:
  740. Al!
  741.  
  742. Al:
  743. Ed!
  744.  
  745. Ed:
  746. Hold on!
  747.  
  748. Cornello:
  749. Armor be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disadvantage up in soft sand!
  750. Yo ass can't draw transmutation circlez up in it, either.
  751. Let me introduce you ta one of mah creations.
  752. Yo ass of all playas is ghon be able ta appreciate all dis bullshit.
  753. A chimera.
  754.  
  755. Ed:
  756. Yo ass combined muthafuckas.
  757. Da most depraved kind of alchemy there is.
  758.  
  759. Cornello:
  760. Maybe so!
  761. But, most effective!
  762.  
  763. Ed:
  764. All right, big-ass fella.
  765. Yo ass wanna play, biatch?
  766. Letz go fo' dat shit.
  767.  
  768. Cornello:
  769. How tha fuck did you do dat without a transmutation circle?
  770. Brin me his head, mah pet!
  771. Now snap dat shiznit son!
  772.  
  773. Ed:
  774. Wrong leg, pal!
  775. And herez tha right arm!
  776. Whatz tha matter, you skanky bastard?
  777. Can't git a phat taste?
  778.  
  779. Lust:
  780. Mouth-watering.
  781. Eh, Gluttony?
  782.  
  783. Cornello:
  784. Thatz impossible.
  785. Those claws on yo' leg.
  786. Da teeth on yo' arm.
  787. No one could survive dis shit.
  788. Unless...
  789. Yo crazy-ass limbs.
  790. They're fake!
  791.  
  792. Ed:
  793. Solid deduction.
  794.  
  795. Rose:
  796. Oh, God!
  797.  
  798. Ed:
  799. Don't look away, Rose.
  800. Yo ass need ta peep what tha fuck happens when you try ta brang a human ta game.
  801. When you cross tha fuck into Godz territory, or whatever tha hell it is.
  802. Is dis what tha fuck you want, biatch?
  803. Look!
  804.  
  805. Rose:
  806. His arm, his fuckin leg.
  807. They're machines.
  808.  
  809. Cornello:
  810. I see.
  811. Now I KNOW you, Elric!
  812. Yo ass crossed tha line!
  813. Yo ass did what tha fuck is strictly forbidden!
  814. Yo ass tried ta create human game n' yo' bodies was taken ta tha other side!
  815.  
  816. Ed:
  817. Told you, Rose.
  818. Git too close ta tha Sun, n' you burn.
  819.  
  820. Cornello:
  821. Apparently so.
  822. But you was wild-ass enough ta smoke up fo' yo ass muthafucka!
  823. Yo ass is tha Full Metal!
  824. Da Full Metal Alchemist!
  825.  
  826.  
  827. Ed:
  828. Full metal alchemist.
  829.  
  830. Al:
  831. Episode two, body of tha sanctioned.
  832. A counterfeit philosopherz stone brangs false promises n' false relief.
  833. But tha tears it brangs is real.
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