"So where are we, anyway?" Homestar asked, looking around. He had just come out of a room full of popcorn, and he seemed to be in a long hallway. "And what's with all this butter
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Homestar thought for a moment; it clearly cost some effort. "Oh!" he exclaimed, still addressing the wall. "Yeah, Fluffy Puff Marshmellows are the best. Especially when you dunk them in butter and throw them at Marzipan's windows."
Homestar jumped and turned around. "Whoa! Where'd you come from?" Rather than wait for the old guy, he jumped right into answering the question. "I don't know anything about swords, but I've got this." Grinning, he slapped an orange bowl onto his head and drew forth his spoon. "Col-oh-nel Homestar: reporting for duty!"
"It's Revenge of the Crab People from Uranus!" Homestar screamed and brandished his wand, which made a few colorful sparks. Not exactly threatening. Then he stopped and tilted his head slightly. "Or was that just the movie I watched at Strong Bad's house?" He trailed off, having completely forgotten the lobster man was even there.
"Crab people?" Zoidberg instantly relaxed. "Oz is seahorse, the mooch. But look at you, knowing all the fancy crab movie stars. You must be a veeeery impoooorant person. I know this, being an incredibly important person myself. Definitely much more important than you."
Lobsters were people too! Very Important People, in case you missed it.
"Well, I won first place in the Greco-Roman Homestar Crud-Out-of-Beating event." He nodded once as though to say "So there!". Obviously, everyone knew about the Strong Badathlon.
It was quiet, yes. The entire hall may have laid in silence. Perhaps unharmed. Perhaps innocent.
BUT NOT FOR VERY LONG.
Tenna came karate-chopping through the air, kicking out a foot with a big, "AIIIEEEEEE," and... knocking over a suit of armor. "Shit!" She managed to catch the helmet before the entire display toppled to the ground, the suit of armor becoming very protested to having fallen to the floor, in a wheezy sort of voice. Oops. So much for being STEALTH LIKE BULL.
Or was it like a mouse? Maybe an otter. ...Bulls weren't very stealth.
"I DEMAND TO KNOW YOUR ALLIANCES, SIR," she shouted nonetheless, brandishing the helmet like a weapon and widening her eyes at... was that a marshmallow? At Homestar, okay.
"WELL, I SAY THAT, CRIMINY, BY JOVE, YOU IS -- Twenty whole dollars? Really?" She brandished the helmet at him - rather menacingly! - and furrowed her eyebrows. "Suspicion is nigh!"
"Yep!" he replied brightly. "Except Marzipan's always forgetting to give it to me, so I have to get it myself. And then Strong Bad usually needs to borrow it for something."
Bad enough Homsar was a professor here. Bad enough fhqwhgads roamed the hallways. Bad enough the Cheat had turned traitorous. Now came freaking Homestar, who'd been safely consigned to the realm of Bennedetto-fodder the last Strong Bad knew of him.
Was he here to recruit for the Homestarmy? Or to start up a Hogwarts chapter of the Broternal Order of Different Helmets? Whatever it was, it was sure to chap Strong Bad's hide and ruffle his feathers. If he had feathers. Which might be totally awesome.
"What the crap are you doing here?" he demanded of the pantsless one, arms akimbo, boxing gloves planted on his globular hips.
"Oh, hey, Strong Bad!" Homestar exclaimed, in complete disregard of the tone. "Fancy meeting you here. I was just talking to this nice fellow," he gestured amiably at the wall, "about dunking Wizard of Oz DVDs in butter and throwing them at the crab people." He nodded sagely.
"Where?" Homestar demanding, looking around wildly. He started to take a step, possibly to run away from the brain-sucking crab people, but slipped in the pooled butter and landed on his head. "Ow..."
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"EASTMOST PENINSULA IS THE SECRET," The Old Man whispered conspiratorily.
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"DID YOU GET THE SWORD FROM THE OLD MAN ON TOP OF THE WATERFALL?"
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Lobsters were people too! Very Important People, in case you missed it.
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BUT NOT FOR VERY LONG.
Tenna came karate-chopping through the air, kicking out a foot with a big, "AIIIEEEEEE," and... knocking over a suit of armor. "Shit!" She managed to catch the helmet before the entire display toppled to the ground, the suit of armor becoming very protested to having fallen to the floor, in a wheezy sort of voice. Oops. So much for being STEALTH LIKE BULL.
Or was it like a mouse? Maybe an otter. ...Bulls weren't very stealth.
"I DEMAND TO KNOW YOUR ALLIANCES, SIR," she shouted nonetheless, brandishing the helmet like a weapon and widening her eyes at... was that a marshmallow? At Homestar, okay.
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"WELL, I SAY THAT, CRIMINY, BY JOVE, YOU IS -- Twenty whole dollars? Really?" She brandished the helmet at him - rather menacingly! - and furrowed her eyebrows. "Suspicion is nigh!"
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Bad enough Homsar was a professor here. Bad enough fhqwhgads roamed the hallways. Bad enough the Cheat had turned traitorous. Now came freaking Homestar, who'd been safely consigned to the realm of Bennedetto-fodder the last Strong Bad knew of him.
Was he here to recruit for the Homestarmy? Or to start up a Hogwarts chapter of the Broternal Order of Different Helmets? Whatever it was, it was sure to chap Strong Bad's hide and ruffle his feathers. If he had feathers. Which might be totally awesome.
"What the crap are you doing here?" he demanded of the pantsless one, arms akimbo, boxing gloves planted on his globular hips.
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