I'd like it if you would send Ed's, Al's, and Mr Hughes' drones home already, or take them somewhere else. If you can't do that, then I'd sort of like to have a workshop or at least some nicer tools that I can use in Mayfield. I really miss tinkering.
Santa would be happy to grant your wish, Winry, but there are some things in this world we need to do ourselves.
Here is your workshop. You know what you need to do.
Merry Christmas,
Santa
Upon finishing the letter, Winry will fall asleep, only to awaken in a gleaming workshop in her home's basement. The door is locked, and the drones of Al, Ed, and Hughes have been strapped to tables. An instruction manual for the "proper disassembly of drones" lies on a nearby table; apparently, the only way to dispose of drones is to "manually disassemble" them. A hand saw has been helpfully provided. The door out of the workshop will not open until the drones have been sawed into pieces, or until Christmas ends; whichever comes first.
I'd like it if you would send Ed's, Al's, and Mr Hughes' drones home already, or take them somewhere else. If you can't do that, then I'd sort of like to have a workshop or at least some nicer tools that I can use in Mayfield. I really miss tinkering.
- Winry Rockbell
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Here is your workshop. You know what you need to do.
Merry Christmas,
Santa
Upon finishing the letter, Winry will fall asleep, only to awaken in a gleaming workshop in her home's basement. The door is locked, and the drones of Al, Ed, and Hughes have been strapped to tables. An instruction manual for the "proper disassembly of drones" lies on a nearby table; apparently, the only way to dispose of drones is to "manually disassemble" them. A hand saw has been helpfully provided. The door out of the workshop will not open until the drones have been sawed into pieces, or until Christmas ends; whichever comes first.
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