Strong Bad didn't get it. Why did Homestar, loyal as a dimwitted dog, kiss Marzipan? Why now, of all times? Something just didn't add up. He decided to go over to Homestar's house to steal his beer, get a few answers, and make sure Homestar hadn't tried to hang himself with his socks again.

Knock. Knock. Knock. SLAM!

Strong Bad had let his own-dang-self in. Sigh. Didn't matter. The door didn't need to get fixed. Everyone should see this empty wreck, sitting on his couch, making himself even more of a fool. He bowed his head slightly. 45 straight hours of watching love movies and trying to figure out what he could have done to prevent this. He couldn't think of a single thing to blame but himself. It seemed like this was bound to happen, like it was destiny. Oh, how his destiny crushed his heart.

"I was planning to propose. I was going to get down on one knee even. I was going to surprise her, make her feel like a princess. I love her." Homestar threw a small black box with the words 'I Love You' written in gold across the room, in the direction of the door. It hit Strong Bad in the forehead, and then bounced to the ground. It opened from the force of its fall, revealing a diamond ring with a thinner, inner ring of pearls. It was beautiful.

"Go on and take it back to Bubs. It doesn't have any more value to me. It was the only ring that didn't have something to do with chicken beaks. I spent $45,000 on that thing, got four promotions, all for nothing."

"Homestar, snap the heck out of it man! You sound like you're dying, man! She needs you, whether she admits it or not. She still loves you. She's just kinda hurt." Strong Bad had sat down beside Homestar, turning off the TeeBee.

"Understandable. How can I get her back, though?" That was the only flaw in this plan. They needed an actual plan.

"Heck if I know, man. Figure it out. I'll be stealing all of your Cold Ones, so holler if you need me."

I'm sorry that this is so short. I just needed to post something.