Homestar sighed. "Now would be the best time in the world to help me. How do I look?"
Strong Bad glanced at him. "Not bad, man. You look like you ACTUALLY tried." He gave him a reassuring half-smile. This was going to be an epic fail at movie romance. Then again, when did they ever back down from a dumb idea? He shook his head, putting Strong Glad's favorite Aerosmith CD into the booOOMbox.
"Please tell me that I DON'T look like an idiot."
"Who do you think I am, Marzipan? I only hope that this stupid thing works. Don't screw this up, man; I don't want to have to kill you. Lots of paperwork and legal action. Then, I'd have to rewatch Litigation Jackson again. And this time, I wouldn't get the choice to HAVE parole. I would be in jail for the rest of my LIFE!"
"Whatever, you wouldn't kill me."
"Don't be too sure about that. One time I killed a deer."
"That was for food, and we both know it!"
Strong Bad checked the clock. "Almost time. I'm going to make sure that everyone in the house has earplugs. Except for Strong Glad, of course. That would be bad." He slowly walked towards the door. "Let's get going. Remember the favorite songs?"
"Yup, 7, 10, 14. Right?"
"Yeah. I'm just hoping that this'll work. She was really torn up. I moved my Compe downstairs, so she has that room. I even got her a bed. I'm serious, screw this up and you're dead." He looked around for a second. "It should immediately start on Angel. You might want to do it in reverse. Cryin' makes it look like it was all her fault."
"You're not the only one that's going to hate me if I lose her."
Strong Bad stopped walking for a second, to think. He really did love her. It was kinda neat to think about; Homestar didn't seem like a guy that wanted to be tied down for the rest of eternity. He seemed like a freebird, someone who would one day grow wings through his shirt and fly far away. Then again, so was his sister. He shrugged and kept walking. No sense in gutting a dead horse unless it was becoming shelter.
"What's wrong?" Homestar couldn't help but ask; Strong Bad seemed bummed.
"I was just thinking."
"Well, don't hurt yourself. Excess strain can give you headaches. I would know."
"Augh. I hate you so freakin' much."
"Oh, is THAT why you're helping me win your sister back by playing music outside her window late at night, like in 80's movies? Wonderful use of logic!"
"This is why I don't like to hang out with you. You might seem nice, but you're evil!"
They stopped in front of the house. Homestar was to stay out front and wait for the signal, while Strong Bad gave his brothers earplugs. He needed to be able to hear what was going on, just in case something went wrong. His sister had a way of reading his mind, ad if Homestar screwed up, he didn't want her to kill him. That was his job.
"Oh god I'm so nervous. Don't screw up, Homestar, you can do it. You have to. If you can't everything ends." Homestar whispered to himself. Strong Bad said that he would open the heavy, wooden door and leave the screen door closed. That would be the signal to hit play. He took a deep breath.