BAZINGA! Oh, wait, wrong series…um…are you scared? CUZ YOU SHOULDN'T BE. Wait, still not right…smile! You're on Candid Camera! Oh, for God's sake…the point is, you're all idiots. LOL. Not that I would know if you guys fell for it, because ABSOLUTELY NO ONE SAW MY LAST UPDATE APPARENTLY. Geez, what's a girl gotta do to get noticed? I mean, does this bore you? Am I an idiot? Did you even like this story all that much in the first place? Can't you just tell me what's up to my face? Like, WTC?

*ahem*

Oh, right…sorry 'bout that…go on.

Eh, it's cool. Plus, I bet they totally fell for it.

Yeah.

Anydangways, what REALLY happened is I goes upstairs, and yes, there's red liquidish stuff of some sort splattered everydangwheres. So I look around for like 2 seconds, and then see the flattened juice box near Homestar's foot, and Homestar sprawled on the floor. So of course I gotta give him a couple swift kicks to the bucket and whatsonot, and then I gotta tell him to get the everloving crap outta my face. Then I remember what I was gonna ask him, so I pull him back onto his feet and ask him what's up with Teh C.

"Stwong Bad…I thought…ooooohhhh…"

"Get ahold of yourself, Dipstar! Tell me what he said, or so help me Grumbles, I am gonna -"

"Okay, okay, Stwo Stwo…ergh…he said that…if you…*hic* if you were weady to…buwy the wabbit hutch ow muffin…uuuuhhh…that he wants…ugh…."

"HURRY UP AND TELL ME, IDIOT? WHAT DOES HE FRIGGEN WANT?"

"He wants…to…TALK to you…"

I realized Homestupid wasn't lookin' so great (not that he ever does, but this was worse than usual), so I hurried to push him out the door and onto the front lawn so that, if he puked or something, it wouldn't be in MY place. Then I remembered Homsar and ran back inside, leaving Homestar…what's the word for it…writhing on the front lawn (Eugh. Ever hear a word that sounds like what it means? Yeah, that's one of 'em.). So anyway, I headed back into the basement, where the song was just coming to an end. I waited for the final chord, then flipped off – I mean, turned off – I mean…dangcrapple, I pushed the button so it didn't play music no mores!

So then I turn to Homsar, who's like, "What's going on?"

"Uhh…Homestar just gave me that message from The Cheat…I gotta…umm…"

"It's cool, Strong Bad. You want me to hang around, or should I leave?"

"Whatever. It'll only take a few minutes, ten tops, so stay or go, it's fine by me."

"Thanks, dude. I actually just realized, I have something I gotta do, so I'm just gonna head off."

"Okay. Thanks for…y'know…"

"My pleasure. You're a cool guy, in case you didn't already know that." He snickered.

"Yeah, I knew that. So, uh, bye."

"Bye."

I strolled out of the house and strutted across the lawn, almost tripping on Homestar, lying on the grass, fast asleep.

"Oh crap," I thought, "I don't even know where-"

Then I realized I knew exactly where.

I headed around back of the house, to that abandoned lot we all know oh-so-well. At least, I think you know about it, if you don't have crap-for-brains-itis or something. I went all the way through, making sure to straighten out our proud country's sign first. It was leaning to the left, so that it almost looked decrepit. LOL look at me, usin' that fancy talk. I oughta make a new dictionary or somethin'. So anyway, I look behind the fence, and what do I see?

A little The Cheat, smiling back at me!

Okay, he wasn't smiling, but he certainly wasn't frowning, so that counts for something, right?

Okay, so next chapter's probably gonna be the last one. Somebody say something about this story before it's all over! Oh and by the way, a few notes about this chapter: 1. Whatsonot is kind of a combination of whatsoever and whatnot. 2. When Homestar says, "buwy the wabbit hutch ow muffin," he's really saying, "bury the hatchet or something," in what I consider true knocked-about Homestar fashion. 3. Crap-for-brains-itis isn't just a typical Strong Bad joke. It's actually an ever-so-subtle reference to one of my other fanfics…which just happens to be a Homestar Runner and House, M.D. crossover – and not only that, it's THE FIRST OF ITS KIND. SQUEEEEE I'M SO EXCITED IT'S GONNA BE SO GREAT okay I'm done. And no, no one actually gets crap-for-brains-itis. They actually get a different disease entirely…