What?

Strong Bad faltered. Seemed like Homestar had been paying attention after all. "And then you said, 'and we can have the whole place to ourselves,' what do you mean? Are you finally gonna let me play youw Trogdow games?" Well, maybe not. "Sure, Dumbstar, whatever, since you helped me out and all, I guess I owe ya."

Adhesive

"I thought I told you, Homestar, you CAN'T fix a computer with duct tape!" Frowning, the whitey replied, stuttering, "I'm sowwy, Stwong Bad, I was just twying to help." He then dashed out of the room, making Strong Bad feel a little bad, though he'd never own up to it. Sighing, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a pudding pop, heading down to the basement.

Underworld

Rubbing his temples with a sigh, Strong Bad decided that even being around Homestar was better than that weird dream he had last night. Oh man, being in Hell would suck so badly - there weren't any hot chicks in the underworld.

Kawaii Desu

"1-Up, you're a weeaboo, ahaha," Stinkoman screeches, as the futuristic looking boy recites a list he compiled containing various words in Japanese. Ah well, Stinkoman didn't have to know they were words like love, happy, and forever, now did he?

Mecha

"Look at this awesome Grape-Nuts Strong Bad, though! It's so much like me, I feel like I'm looking in a mirror!" 'I look so good,' The Grape-Nuts bot added. "See what I mean?"

Random

"And then outta nowhewe, blam! Pow!" Homestar cried, mimicking the movements he described as best as one could with no arms. "It was gweat, you just had to be thewe."

Videogame

"Homestar, I told you – I'm player one. I have to be, I know how to work the game," Strong Bad reminded the other, gently taking the controller and handing him the other. "But you can be red, if it makes you feel better."

Crisis

"Mawzipan bwoke up with me again," Homestar murmured sullenly, "for good, she said. End of the line, no mowe second chances." Strong Bad sighed; he knew what was coming next. "Can I stay hewe tonight? She had my house key, and didn't give it back." Letting the pale-skinned athlete inside silently, he nodded. "I'll get the pudding pops."

Insanity

"Marzipan's gone crazy, dude, she's not gonna give you back any of your stuff." "Cwazy? All I did was tell hew I was done with hew and that we wewe ovew…" "Yeah, and now she's batshit crazy, because you grew a backbone." There was an awkward pause. "… I used to not have a spine?"

Ice

"Hey Stwong Bad, it's snowing!" Homestar called from outside the locked, foggy window. Strong Bad looked up, and Homestar, bundled in his scarf and hat, added, "but I don't think snow is supposed to huwt when it falls on you." Shaking his head, Strong Bad sighed. "That's because that's not snow falling on your head, dork. It's hail. Get inside before you get more brain damaged than you already are."

Working Hard

Working hard, what was that? Strong Bad didn't have to work hard to attract the ladies; everyone knew that. Strong Bad hadn't ever actually had to work at anything before, he was pretty much good at everything – but looking down at the writhing mass of pale flesh groaning lustfully beneath him, he realised, he'd have to try much harder.

Hardly Working

"Hah, hahn, H-Homestar, how can you run for so long…?" Strong Bad panted, bending over to catch his breath. Homestar slowed to a stop, and looked back. "It's not my fault you can't wun, Stwo Bwo~"

Sandwich

Homestar wasn't allowed to have meat on his sandwiches. Not while he was dating Marzipan. But while he was at Strong Bad's house, even though he swore not to say a word about it, the green-eyed boy would make him the best sandwiches he could have ever eaten.

Clone

"Yeah, like I said, this Grape-Nuts robot of me is so on point that it's like a clone, dude!" Strong Bad said excitedly, clutching the cereal box as closely as he could while still trying to look somewhat dignified.

Clumsy

If anyone was clumsy, it was definitely Homestar, Strong Bad concluded, noticing the splintered pieces of wood scattered about from the remains of the coffee table. It was totally an accident; that much he knew, but what had even happened? "I tripped," Homestar answered quietly, "Sowwy."

Keyboard

His keyboard was dying, how that was even possible, he wasn't sure, but it was happening. He couldn't exactly figure out how to solve this problem, he had always thought keyboards never died, had an endless power supply. Guess not. So what now, did they take batteries? It's not like Strong Bad could search it up, he couldn't type.

Hope

"Maybe," Homestar thought, "maybe soon he won't hurt anymore. Maybe soon he'll forgive me. Maybe soon he'll want me back again. I hope."

Song

A simple song, with simple words and a simple name written by a simple band, with such a powerful meaning, so much emotion some people couldn't handle it. They had a song like that, that they listened to together, that brought them closer together and dried any tears, quieted any screams, and calmed any fears. This song reminded them that they had something special – each other.

Surprise

Why was there a giant cake in the basement? It seemed odd – red with white stars, and very smooth and elegant looking. Taking a few cautious steps, Strong Bad wondered, who in the hell would give him a cake? The only possible explanation was that is was like, poisoned, or had a bomb in it. But no, he realised, as a quiet Homestar burst from behind the cake, holding a present, he wasn't that hated after all.

Cursed

Cursed painting, the Horrible Painting, gave anyone and everyone the jibblie jibblies. Feared by all, this painting, hidden in the depths of Strong Mad's room, would normally be enough to give Strong Bad the jibblies for days. However, when those pale fingers interlaced with his, he finally was able to get rid of that painting, throwing it in the dumpster, never to be seen again.

Awesomeness

"Cupcakes awe just awesome, Stwong Bad, you know that, wight?" Homestar quipped, and Strong Bad nodded. "They're pretty cool sometimes, yeah." Especially these cupcakes, fresh from the oven, homemade by the wrestler himself, he had to admit, were going to be pretty awesome. "'Kay, Homestar, you can put the coloring in the frosting, and then the sprinkles on top, okay?" After receiving a nod in reply, the two bowls of red and pale blue frosting were piped onto the cupcakes, and topped with silver star-shaped sprinkles. "… yeah, pwetty awesome."

Flower

Strong Bad wasn't big on flowers. No way, not in the very least, did he like them. Though he had to admit, the simple little daisy he had found on his doorstep this morning, attached to a handwritten note, was a bit heart-warming.