*Strong Bad comes in and starts up his
Lappy 486, continuing to rap as it boots.*
Bow wow wow yippie-yo yippie-yay, scroll buttons' definitely in the hay-ouse...
Bow wow wow, yippie-yo yippie-yay, a brand new computer for a brand new day...
a>strongbad_email.exe
Dear Strong Bad,
Describe the best 24 hours you ever had
Chronologically,
rohandove [he pronounced it "rohan dove" this time]
Did I say it right, Diggy? You happy now?
Oh man. The best 24 hours I ever had. They were illegal in 23 states and on a lot of planets. So I'm not gonna describe 'em in any more detail than that. Next!
Dear Strong Bad,
Who would you like to see get their final comeuppance? Who is it and just what would you do with them?
Chronologically,
rohandove
I covered this one in my
reply to Steven Wolksvagen. I wanna see Dumbstar give up already, but the King of Town is a much bigger pain. At least Dumbstar manages to be so stupid he's funny sometimes. All the K.o.T. does is stuff his face. No matter what he
says, he really did try to eat his own mustache once. He needs to get pea-buried alive. Immediately if not sooner.
Dear Strong Bad,
What do you have to be thankful for?
You're welcome,
rohandove
Right now? I'm thankful for my
Lappy, so I can check my email again. That
virus was pretty bad.
Dear Strong Bad,
What do you want for your birthday?
Blah blah blah,
rohandove
I think that Veruca Salt chick said it best. *ahem*:
o/` I want the world
I want the whole world
I wanna lock it
All up in my pocket
It's my bar'a choc'lit
Give it to me now! o/`
Or just send me moneys, whatever.
So, until next time, sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite!
[CLANG! The Paper drops.]