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)