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As he ran, he thought to himself.
About... things. Like the scenery. The scenery was nice, with the bushes and grass and sky and... those clouds looked like bread.
Bread was nice. It was fluffy. Clouds were fluffy. Why hadn't anyone noticed before?
What if they had noticed, but hadn't said so? What if you could see someone's thoughts in a pixellated thought bubble above their head, like in those video games? That would be cool, but sometimes they might think something you didn't need to know, and that would be embarrassing.
... Mario was a fun game. And so was Clapping Party, but that got boring when it was the only game you were allowed to access. Strong Bad hadn't seemed very impressed about that.
Why did Strong Bad want to play all those R18 games, anyway? Those were bad games. Strong Bad was a bad guy. Bad games, bad guy. It made sense, if you thought about it that way.
He'd never liked criminals, but Strong Bad was different. Strong Bad was his friend. But was he a friend, or a criminal? Maybe both, but that would make him friends with a criminal. He didn't like the sound of that.
What if someday he just went up to Strong Bad and said, "hey man, I don't like that you're a criminal, so should we stop being friends?" That would be mean, and he wasn't a mean person. Criminals were mean people, though, and did that cancel out? Did it suddenly make being mean not-mean anymore?
Homestar blinked. At some point during his thoughts he'd stopped running... that wouldn't do, he had places to be. And so he started running again.
The scenery was nice...
MOST.......GENUS............PIECE..........OF..................WRITING............EVER
This is amazing, considering I like writing fan fiction much more than I do reading it.
Oh, and here's a preview of a little fanfic I'm working on right about..............wait............gotta load the Compy up...............................................this is taking too long..................................................'k, I got the folder........................open up.....................NOW:
The Lappy hummed quietly to itself.
"Curious," said Strong Bad, "Very curious indeed."
His inbox flickered "0 new messages" back at him.
"Ahoy, Strong Bad," said Homestar Runner striding casually into the room. "You'll never have to answer another email again!" "Grandiose," replied Strong Bad, eyelids lowered. "What did you do this time?"
"I turned them all over to Twelve-Times-A-Day Man!"
"I can do it! I can do it twelve times!" proclaimed our majestic hero.
Twelve-Times-A-Day Man? You can't just start makin' up terrible new characters!
Strong Bad said, putting on a bonnet, and giving Homestar a deep-tissue massage.
Ah,
Grandiose. With a little
boodroscotch sauce.