Slacking off. How have I not been fired?

Tobi nodded slightly. "Yeah, I guess," He said. Looking up, he smiled weakly. "Hurry up on that paperwork, Wonderbra."

"Hurry up on my tenth grade homework then." Al said with a wide smirk, knowing full well that the stuff he had to do was way over the other man's head.

"10th? How many grades are there, anyways?" Tobi groaned. "Besides, you haven't even given me the damn homework yet!"

"There are twelve grades, ergo twelve years of schooling: not including kindergarten or college. Duh. Oh, and here's the work, just let me warn you it's advanced trigonometry with some algebra mixed in." The boy handed over the two sheets with a grin.

Tobi looked at the papers. "Hm," He said thoughtfully. "I'm gonna go ahead and say that all of the answers are 7. There, I helped you. Wow, I'm a genius. Now, get to your end of the bargain."

Al couldn't help but bang his head against his chair. He sensed epic fail coming his way for that homework, and the teacher already said that if he gets another F in math, he'd fail the semester... He didn't want to fail the semester!!
"You're hopeless, you didn't even look at it." He groaned before picking up a few bits of paperwork and smirking, "Also, I can't do your paperwork, since all you have to do is write YOUR signiture on all of these reports to approve them."

"So write my signature. Aren't you supposed to be a genius?"

"Che, then show me something to forge then, idiot -I don't know what your signature looks like-" The boy said as he went around and sat in Mustang's comfy chair, grinning.

Tobi pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from the desk drawer. "There," He said, pointing to what appeared to be a squiggly line at the bottom. "I'm too lazy to actually write out my name, so I just put down the first letter of my first and last name and then put down a squiggly line!" He laughed gleefully. He hadn't had someone do his paperwork for him since Havoc's first day!

"That's it?" Al asked as he materialized a pen in his right hand, "Wow, you ARE lazy. Sit down, I'm not doing this alone."
He then tossed the pen at Tobi and materialized a second one in his hand.
"I'd get you to help me with mine, but I think my signature's a bit harder to copy."

Tobi shrugged. "It makes things like this easier," He said, scribbling his signature down.

"Well just to let you know, I shall prank you using your own signature eventually." Al said with a smirk as he scribbled down a perfect copy of the man's signature on a report and flipped to the next one, doing the same, "I'm not reading the reports either, so if you pass someone you weren't supposed to... you're fault."
He then scribbled the signature on a couple more reports after it.

Tobi shrugged. "I never read them anyways. And if you prank me, I promise you'll start a war."

"Hm, sounds like fun, wanna do that anyway? Only lets team up against the Majors..." Al asked with a snicker as he signed a few more documents and put them in his ever-growing 'signed' pile, "It will be fun, and we wont get into trouble -no one cares if we prank our subordinates-"

Tobi grinned. "Ooh, sounds awesome. Let's do that."

"Sweet" Envy beamed as he hurriedly finished his pile of papers to sign, "So who's the first target?"

Tobi grinned and looked over at Havoc's desk. It was his day off today.

A broad grin appeared on the boys fact as the pen in his hand vanished after he finished forging the last paper.
"I can materialize things up to the size of that ice-pack I hit you with about two weeks ago, so if there anything you need?" The boy asked with a smirk.

Tobi grinned. "I don't need much. Just a fat colonel." He glanced at Al. "You can do that much, right?"

"You want to fatten him up?"

"No, I need you to transform into a fat man."

Al smirked widely.
"Alright, any fat man or a fat Ben?"

"Any fat man," Tobi said with a shrug.

"Then Arron Breda it is!" He said, talking about one of the cpatains before shifting into a short fat guy, "Now whaT?"

Tobi grinned. "We wait for the major to show up at work."