Disclaimer: I am not the Brothers Oda, er… I mean, I'm not Chaps sensei…umm… never mind.
Episode OneIt is mid-afternoon on the island of Free Country in the Grand Line. As the scene comes into focus, we can see a laptop computer sitting on a desk, surrounded by a pile of random 'hard disks', a stool, and a sign that says 'No Loafing.' Then, from the right side of the screen…em…scene, comes a shirtless man with a head that looks like a Mexican Wrestler's Mask. His name? Strong Bad. Present tense ends here. Past tense begins now.
Strong Bad sat down at his computer stool and typed in "runsbemail.exe" into his Lappy. While he typed, he sang a little song. "Oh E-mail, Oh E-mail, how stupid art thou. Why the heck are we on an island now?"
The E-mail appeared on the screen.
Dear Strong Bad,
What's up? I know the topic has already been covered, but I thought that your search for a replacement wasn't thorough enough. I mean seriously. What if you just keel over one day, and you don't have an heir to your E-mail checking throne? I think you owe it to all your fans to find a replacement.
Your Fan,
Maxwell Houseman, Folgers Connecticut.
Strong Bad finished reading the E-mail aloud, then answered. "First of all Max, is that you're real name? Cuz I mean seriously, if it is, and that's really where you live, that's pretty weird. I mean, what kind of coffe do you drink?"
"Second, I'd like to congratulate you on actually spelling sincerely right. You wouldn't believe how many I get where it like 'Sincerly' or 'Sincorly' or my personal favorite…or…an…ti-favorite 'Syncraly'. But, that only happened once."
"And third, by a writer's convenience, I actually have found a replacement. Now, he's nowhere near as good-looking as I am. Not that I blame him. Cause that's pretty hard to do. But anyway, ignoring the fact that he's pretty new to all this technology stuff, he has a way with the ladies, he likes to say crap all the time, and when I challenged him to a Cheat kicking contest, he sent the poor little guy flying like a thousand miles! Poor Strong Mad is still looking for him."
Scene cuts to Strong Mad searching for the Cheat near the stick. "I WOULD WALK A THOUSAND MILES!!! I WOULD WALK A THOUSAND MILES!!!! PROCLAIMERS!!!"
Cut back to Strong Bad. "Here he is, fresh off the Thousand Suns and into my computer room, Sanji!!!"
Sanji entered the room from the left side of the screen….eh…scene. "Strong Bad….I thought you said there would be a girl here!"
"In good time, my crap-loving friend, in good time. First things first thought, you still have to pass my… sbemail test. Or in your case, my…sanmail test."
"Right, right, lets get it over with. Luffy will kill me if I'm not back in time to make dinner…"
"RIGHT!! Now, I've prepared three E-mails that you need to answer. Answer them well enough and you win!"
"Win what?"
"I dunno. Chicken wings at Bubs'?"
"No thanks."
"Well c'mon man, do it anyway. I bet there's a bunch of…lady fans watching right now."
"I'LL DO IT!" Sanji said, turning his attention towards the computer. He quickly hit the 'Enter' key and scrolled to the first E-mail.
Dear Sanji,
Wassup? I were wondering what you look for in a ladie.
Your Fan,
Gaylord Bunkis.
Sanji began to type, hunting and pecking for the keys. He wasn't used to this whole 'computer' thing. "First of all, Gaylord, what the crap does 'wassup' mean? Is that even a word? If it is, I don't think it should be used in the same sentence as 'ladie', which you completely butchered, by the way. Oh, and also, about your name…way too easy to make fun of man. I mean, I'd have a field day with it, but it really is too easy, and I don't want to seem unoriginal here."
"As for your question, I'll tell you exactly what I look for in a lady… first of all, she has to have…."
"SANJI!"
"What's your problem, crap-wrestler?"
"Even though this isn't supposed to be a kid show, there are still little children watching, so try to keep it down to a K+ rating."
"Right…well, in that case, forget you Gayman. I don't need to waste my time answering E-mails from crap-fish like you." He hit enter and scrolled to the next E-mail.
Dear Sanji,
Do you ever drop your cigarette in your food when you're cooking?
Trevor, from Hampton, Maine.
Sanji's eyed opened wide with disgust. "SMOKE WHILE COOKING? NEVER! Honestly, you need you give me the benefit of the doubt here Trevor. Or at least the benefit of the 'not sending me these crappy e-mails'. I mean seriously, I've got half a mind to come over to your house in Hampton, Maine and kick the crap out of you. Except, I don't know where your house is, and I don't know how to get to Hampton Maine… NAMI-SAN!"
"What is it Sanji?" Nami said, poking her head in to the scene.
Strong Bad's eyes widened. "WHOA! A hot girl! See Sanji, I told you we'd get one in here if you did this."
Nami just rolled her eyes. "Different Island…same perves…"
"HEY! I'm not a pervert! There's only one girl on the whole freakin' island, cut me some slack here!"
"Whatever, you were saying Sanji?"
"Oh, yes Nami-San, where is Hampton, Maine?"
"Never heard of it, can I go now? Luffy is trying to recruit that stick-thing to be our musician."
"Yes Nami-San." Sanji turned back to the computer. "Um…I'm not sure where I left off, so in closing, always brush your teeth, and be sure to drink plenty of lime juice to prevent scurvy. Alright, next E-mail!" He hit the 'Enter' key.
Dear Sanji,
How do you type with your hair in your face?
DJ Funk
Sanji smiled. Oh, I know what to do with this one…." He stood up, lifting his leg high above the computer. He swung it down onto the Lappy with full force and yelled, "DELETED!!!!" The computer beeped and flashed Deleted across the screen.
The shock from the kick caused the desk to break in half, the Lappy itself flew hit the ground and then ricocheted off the screen…er…scene.
"WAUGH!" screamed Strong Bad. "I'm coming Lappy, don't worry!! I'll get you for this SANJI!" He ran off the scene.
Sanji stood there, staring. "Who the heck would want to watch that guy?" he said, and he strolled off.
Story I might add on, I'm not sure. Read and Review.
