Created by Marzipan12390
Marzipan12390's notes:
arun "sb_email.exe"
Strong Bad: Mails that are electronic... also known as emails.
Dear mr.bad.
you need to update your wrestling licence.
Mr. a. Frog.
the closest wrestling office
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aWhat the crap? What kind of wrestlng office are you if you can't even type write (backsapce 5 times) right? And what the crap is a
wrestling licence?! I don't need a stinkin' licence to wrestle you!
(Strong Bad jumps on the monitor and starts throwing it towards the floor and body slamming it and stuff.)
Strong Bad: Renew your own licenses... NERDS!
(pause, Strong Bad is out of breath)
Strong Bad: (with dying enthusiasm, lamely) Yeah, go renew those licenses...
(pause)
Strong Bad: (even more lamely) Oh, yeah...
(Door slams. Bubs walks in.)
Bubs: Hey, Strong Bad, can I have that crazy crap? I've been looking for a body-slammed destroyed computer monitor everywhere!
Strong Bad: What? No! I just finished wrestling the wrestling license renewal people. Which reminds me. I have to go get my wrestling
license renewed! (walks off)
(Door slams, Bubs looks around quickly, picks up the destroyed monitor, and zooms off. Paper comes down.)
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Eggs:
1. Click on "licence" in Strong Bad's response and see a cruddy piece of stained, crumpled paper that has the following items:
WRESTLING LICENCE
Name: Strong Bad
Age: Why should you know?
Height: Some
Weight: Some more (All Abs, man!)
Occupation: Interior decorator... no! I mean, Wrestler! I mean... YES I'M AWESOME!
2. Wait for 30 seconds after the email and Homestar comes in with a bottle of Mountain Dew
Homestar: Oh, hewwo cwass! Now we awe going to make a wet monitow out of Stwong Bad's monitow!
(Homestar looks at the table where the monitor is gone)
Homestar: (suspiciously, with angry eyebrows, bends toward "us") Jewooooooome?
3. Click on Homestar's bottle of soda to pour it out onto the carpet.
Homestar: Jewome, you've got detention fow fowevew! Go to the pwincipal's office wight now!
(pause)
Homestar: (embarassed) Oh yeah. (closes eys)I fowgot. (pause) Thewe is no pwincipal's office. (happy again, opens eyes) Okay, bye! (walks off)
Marzipan12390's notes:
arun "sb_email.exe"
Strong Bad: Mails that are electronic... also known as emails.
Dear mr.bad.
you need to update your wrestling licence.
Mr. a. Frog.
the closest wrestling office
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
aWhat the crap? What kind of wrestlng office are you if you can't even type write (backsapce 5 times) right? And what the crap is a
wrestling licence?! I don't need a stinkin' licence to wrestle you!
(Strong Bad jumps on the monitor and starts throwing it towards the floor and body slamming it and stuff.)
Strong Bad: Renew your own licenses... NERDS!
(pause, Strong Bad is out of breath)
Strong Bad: (with dying enthusiasm, lamely) Yeah, go renew those licenses...
(pause)
Strong Bad: (even more lamely) Oh, yeah...
(Door slams. Bubs walks in.)
Bubs: Hey, Strong Bad, can I have that crazy crap? I've been looking for a body-slammed destroyed computer monitor everywhere!
Strong Bad: What? No! I just finished wrestling the wrestling license renewal people. Which reminds me. I have to go get my wrestling
license renewed! (walks off)
(Door slams, Bubs looks around quickly, picks up the destroyed monitor, and zooms off. Paper comes down.)
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Eggs:
1. Click on "licence" in Strong Bad's response and see a cruddy piece of stained, crumpled paper that has the following items:
WRESTLING LICENCE
Name: Strong Bad
Age: Why should you know?
Height: Some
Weight: Some more (All Abs, man!)
Occupation: Interior decorator... no! I mean, Wrestler! I mean... YES I'M AWESOME!
2. Wait for 30 seconds after the email and Homestar comes in with a bottle of Mountain Dew
Homestar: Oh, hewwo cwass! Now we awe going to make a wet monitow out of Stwong Bad's monitow!
(Homestar looks at the table where the monitor is gone)
Homestar: (suspiciously, with angry eyebrows, bends toward "us") Jewooooooome?
3. Click on Homestar's bottle of soda to pour it out onto the carpet.
Homestar: Jewome, you've got detention fow fowevew! Go to the pwincipal's office wight now!
(pause)
Homestar: (embarassed) Oh yeah. (closes eys)I fowgot. (pause) Thewe is no pwincipal's office. (happy again, opens eyes) Okay, bye! (walks off)
