Idiosynthesize

"Argh- what the Pit! Get this little thing offa me!"

"Who're you calling a minuscule bean you can't find with a microscope??"

"He... didn't say that."

"GET IT OFF!"

"Niisan! What are you doing?"

"They have the Stone, Al! I know they have it!"

"What are you talking about? And someone get it off me already!"

"Sling, just- stop flailing, alright? We can't get at it with you jumping around like that!"

"Al, help me! These things have to have the Philosopher's Stone! How else can such big metal things move? Or turn into flying machines?"

"Fullmetal, I need you to- oh." Colonel Mustang looked up at the tiny blob of red and blond cling desperately to the body of a giant robot surrounded by a group of other giant robots. "I see you've already met them."

"Colonel," Silverbolt said with a worn expression, "shouldn't you have given someone a little more warning? Or even an explanation?"

Roy looked almost shocked at the idea. "But then it wouldn't nearly have been as fun, would it?"

"Niiiisaaaan!"