Strong Bad had owled the Slytherin prefects more than once. He was sick and tired of hearing about how the Ravenclaw bar was such a happening place. In Free Country USA, you didn't need anything fancy like a bar, or Feegles, or whatever those Ravenclaws had going on over there. A good sturdy
Stick was gathering place enough!
But nooooo, Hogwarts people needed razzle-dazzle, something more snazzy than a mere Stick or even a
No Loafing sign. Strong Bad was fed up. It was time to take action.
It was time to turn the Slytherin common room into the place to be. For party peoples. Party peoples in the place to be.
It was time ... for
Club Technochocolate: The Next Generation.
He had paint. Lots of paint. What else could you need?