Summary: Roy and company discuss the Flying Spaghetti Monster
Disclaimer: Neither properties are mine.
Characters: Roy, Riza, Havoc, Furey, Breda, Falman
Spoiler Warnings: None
Notes: This is just a really quick drabble that will eventually become of a large alternative crack universe in which Roy and company are members of the Royal Navy attempting to cathc pirates. Given the Flying Spaghetti Monster's view towards pirates, my friend Lia and I want to throw the FSM in there. I wanted to pen down what Mustang and company's reaction would be. Don't know what the FSM is? Click here to be touched by His Noodly Appendage.
Roy sighed and placed down a packet of papers on his desk. “I tell you, these pirates now-a-days will believe anything.” He snorted, grinning. “They refuse to pirate on Fridays because of some deity they call the Flying Spaghetti Monster!”
Havoc, Riza, Cain, Falman and Breda looked up from their work. “Flying Spaghetti Monster?” they chorused. The group blinked in surprised.
Cain paused for a moment to think. “I’ve heard of him. They think a giant flying glob of spaghetti and meatballs created everything. Other than that, it’s a religion like any other.”
Havoc laughed. “They must’ve been drunk when they came up with that one.”
”And furthermore,” Cain continued, ignoring Havoc’s remark, “Pirates are the Noodly One’s chosen people, and if pirates disappear, global warming will increase.”
It was Roy’s turn to blink. “Global what?”
”I’m just telling you what I heard colonel,” Cain shrugged. “I don’t believe in it myself.”
The rest of the office paused to reflect upon this idea.
”Pirates are superstitious,” Breda said after a moment. “This pasta monster shouldn’t be a big surprise to anyone. Although I’m inclined to agree with Havoc, they probably did think it up while they were drunk.”
The rest of the group laughed and nodded in agreement, and then turned back to work.