Desdemona's red hair blew in the chill breeze. She walked down the hill towards The Stick, where everyone was giving gifts. Desdemona was wearing a grey heavy coat, grey stockings, grey snowboots, a white scarf, and a grey and white hat. Her cheeks were red from the cold. As she made her way down the side of the hill, she noticed that Strong Sad wasn't there. "Where's Strong Sad?" she asked Homsar. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn thhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeee bbbbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuutttttttteeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrmiiiiilllllllkkkkkkk," Homsar said. Desdemona sighed. "You're no help," she said.
She tapped on Strong Bad's shoulder. She put her hands behind her back cutely as he turned around. "Um, Mr. Bad, I was wondering…where your little brother was?" she said, smiling. Strong Bad grinned and said; "Every year I lock him in the bathtub," he said. "WHAT!" Desdemona said. "I said, every year I lock him in the bathtub!" Strong Bad said. Desdemona tried to be polite. "Will you unlock him?" "No," said Strong Bad. "Pleeeease?" said Desdemona cutely. "Tell ya what. You find the key, and you can unlock him," consented Strong Bad. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Bad!" cried Desdemona, starting to hug him. "Get off me! Get off me, you little brat!" exclaimed Strong Bad, shoving her away. "Sorry," said Desdemona, blushing. Strong Bad grunted, brushing himself off. (three seconds later) Desdemona ran up to him and hugged him, anyway. Then, smiling, she ran off. "Girls," said Strong Bad, shaking his head. "Mrreeeepp! Ltttit!" cried The Cheat. "You're totally right, The Cheat. That is why we like girls!" Strong Bad said, laughing.