Strong Glad turned around, smiling sweetly at Homestar.
Both of them stared in shock, stuttering incomprehensible not-quite-sentences. She walked back to her spot on the couch, eating the cow meat in bread.
"Habta-youjus-whatisgoing-howintheworld?" Stuttered Strong Bad. Homestar, however, had his mind in a different area.
"Why would she come back now, of all times? Didn't she see us the other night? Does she even care? Where is Coach Z in all of this mess of love parallel lines connected by a spider web?" He asked no one in particular, taking a bite of the burger. "I don't understand my own metaphors."
"I kind of understand what you're saying," she said pulling a whiteboard and dry erase marker from seemingly nowhere. "You see, the two thick lines represent the current relationships. The thinner line connecting two ends represents Marzipan's feelings for you, which you don't feel for her. Does it make sense now, hon?" She drew the diagram out.
"Sort of," Homestar said. "Hon? Since when were we on a nickname basis?" He giggled a bit. Strong Bad was still in shock from what he had seen.
"Since about this morning when I called you my boyfriend. I have a plethora of other nicknames for you, if you fancy," She said, poking her still shocked brother.
"What do snakes have to do with nicknames? Unless you're going to start calling me Snake, which I wouldn't like." That was a lie; he didn't care what she called him, as long as she loved him.
"You're thinking of pythons. A plethora means, like, multitudes. Also, Strong Bad, our crazy, cannibalistic uncle taught me how to manipulate people's thoughts and actions. I only use it when I need to." She said as if it were obvious. They continued to eat in silence, every once in a while breaking the silence with banter and burps.
"Strong Bad. Strong Bad! STRONG BAD!" Strong Glad shouted, trying to get his attention by poking him. She had made her mind up about this Homestar guy, and didn't want to leave him for a second.
"What?" Strong Bad was tired of being around the lovebirds. He was sure that he would have a heart attack from all of the-ugh- adorableness. "Whadaya want?"
"Go get my bag full of stuff. I'm moving in here."