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Al stumbled backwards, feet clanging on the ground. Ed turned, blinking at him. "...Uh... Al... did you say something?"

"Um, Brother, I--"

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"Al?!"

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Al flailed his arms. "Everyone! Um, everyone, please! Calm down!"

WHAM WHAM WHAM HISSSSSSSSSSS SPIT YOWL WHAM WHAM

Fur flew out of Al's neckhole and Ed sighed, watching his brother jump about and flail as if there were a catfight going on inside him, as there was. "See? This is why I told you you shouldn't pick up all those cats."

Al yelped as his helmet flew off. "Ahh!" A cat jumped out and stalked away before plunking down, scowling fiercely at the world and licking its wounds.

"Looks like we found the instigator," Ed said, as the yowls and spitting sounds slowed to a vague angry sputter from Al's chest.

"Pet him for me, Brother? I, uh, maybe we can make them work out their difficulties!"

"Are you kidding? I want to keep my remaining hand. You can live without your fifteenth cat, Al."

Al sighed, sadly. "Well... I understand."

"Good."

"Um, Brother?"

"Yeah?"

Al folded his hands behind his back. "Um... can you help me find my head?"