King's huge frickin' book of randomness galore:The ultimate

Fullmetal

"Hahaaha...hahahaha....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"

Red. 

All I saw was red.

My sweetie....

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

They took my sweetie.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

The one I loved most.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!

The reason I could laugh with the other gaurdians. 

Cry with em'.

The one thing that made me a little less broken.

The thing that taught me what love was.

What it looked like.

How good it feels.

He taught me how nice it was to create rather than take; nurture rather than destroy.

But then they took him....they destroyed him. 

I can't create another one.

I can't nurture another Luke.

My baby's gone, and the warthog's tappin'.....

She wants to play.

Luke would tell me to push 'er back.

He'd deal with her himself, make her satisfied enough to leave.

But our kitty's gone, just like that, and neither of us even got to say goodbye.

She wants to play? I'll let her play.

I'll let her take.

I want her to destroy.

Laughing like a maniac, I felt myself melting away, any parts'a me that were the Moira that he created giving way, buried by the truth of hard steel: The warthog. It was a boar that broke down Rome's gates, and a foolish emperor that danced on it's remains. 

Now the boar was gonna charge through what was left....

"COME ON! LET'S PLAY!"

And tear off that's bitch's fuckin' feet.