Dactyl wrote:
Just sent in this one:
Keep your fingers crossed!
*Snort* I can just imagine a plot for that one. xD
Not Gonna Happen wrote:
Strong bad: [Some manner of song would go here...I have too much of a brain fart to think of one]
Stiggity Striggidy Bid...Strongity Stig Bud...Sitriggawie... ...Stink-away... ... ...Hey, cool guy!
I think you shoulddo [he'd pronounce this with some kind of strange accent, I'm assuming. Or treat it like one word, at least] a tribute to us fans. I mean, if we never email'd [maybe there's be a little easter egg here with the arrow'd guy makin' someone email'd?] you, you pretty much wouldn't have a job. So you really owe us something cool. Your pal [I dunno. He could put a 'stop pretendin' or something in here], Dactyl, Colorado.
Hng, hrg, hubbita...NO JOB?! C'MON, MAN. YOU TRY BEIN' THIS AWESOME ALL THE TIME. I mean...I know I make it look easy...But I've been doin' it for years, man...
As for that tribute...Oh, I'll tribute YOU, man.
[This 'tribute' would involve causing sever physical harm to Strong Sad/Homestar, I'm guessing. The computer screen would sit alone before the paper came down saying something like:
Paper:...Strong Bad?
[It would go down again]
Paper: Come on, man. You're kidding me with this.
[And again.]
Paper: 'That wasn't even a minute
[Again.]
Paper: Seriously. Get your head in the game, Strong Bad!
[Then Strong Sad (covered in god-knows-what) would come in, and look at the large piles of printed-paper forming.
Strong Sad: Ug, Strong Bad? I think there's something wrong with your printer...It's...talking to you.
[Which, I guess, could be a good lead in for that inkjet printer?]
Strong Sad: ...Strong Bad?
[Strong Sad would look around a few times.]
Strong Sad: ...Finally, it's my time to shine!
[Then Strong Sad would, like...sing us a song or read us some poems or something...xD]
[Then one of those 'god, this is too boring to stand, so we'll cut back to the lappy' things would happen. And the paper would be all over the place, talking to him...about...Strong Sad taking over his email or something. And somewhere on there there'd be a 'click to email Mr. Past-His-Prime' or something. xD
Or maybe there'd be a nice, white piece of paper that would come down saying it, and there'd be, like..dramatic music]
Whaowh. That was pretty fun to write. xD
Blecchtk. I'm tired.
...Yeah, that was...that was SO on-topic, Checkot. xD