Scroll buttons on the house.
*Jeez, when was the last time there was a Strong Bad inna bar? There's one here now, anyways. He walks up to the bar and orders his usual cold one and Swiss cake roll. The cold one is CUH-HOLD, the way he likes 'em, but the cake roll has a candle in it, which ain't usual. (Also, the candle doesn't say 50; it just says 2. Strong Bad counts on where his fingers would be for a moment, then bolts upright, surprised.* Jeez, two years already? Which way does the freakin' time go? *Then he blows out the candle, and something indefinable changes.*
"In honor of my second Milliversary," he announces, "all cold ones are on me for the rest of the night. Just let people know who they have to thank, if you would, my good Bar?" Then he extracts the candle and starts with the eating and drinking.
Come share in his bounty, and thank him for it if you're so inclined.
"In honor of my second Milliversary," he announces, "all cold ones are on me for the rest of the night. Just let people know who they have to thank, if you would, my good Bar?" Then he extracts the candle and starts with the eating and drinking.
Come share in his bounty, and thank him for it if you're so inclined.