Strong Bad lay in his bed, wondering how he do this; how he would be selfless. Suddenly, he got an idea. "Well, if I am selfish," he thought, "and selfless is the opposite of selfish, then I should just act the opposite of how I normally do. Would that work? I mean, it's gonna be awful painful, but I guess it's worth trying. It won't kill me…I hope." Strong Bad then took a deep breath and walked into Strong Sad's room. He saw his little brother writing something; probably some depressing poetry or something or that sort.

"Hey lil' bro."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," said Strong Sad. "What is it today, the arms? Today's Tuesday, right?"

"No, you got it all wrong. I don't want to mercilessly pummel you into the ground as if you were some sort of insect."

"You…don't?"

"No. I thought maybe we could play a board game or something, like Monopoly, or Scrabble, or backgammon."

"Strong Bad, the last time we played Monopoly, you claimed I had to pay $4200 for Dork Tax. And you kept making counterfeit $9700 bills."

"Technically, that was The Cheat. But…c'mon, I'm serious here! Help me out!"

"I don't think so."

Strong Bad growled and left, slamming the door behind him. Shortly after, The Cheat walked up to him, which confused Strong Bad about what to do. "Well," he thought, "normally, I'd kick The Cheat. But I kick because I love. So, the opposite might be to pet the Cheat, but that would be a sign of affection, and...that wouldn't work. So…"

"Meeh?" said The Cheat inquisitively.

"Hey…um…bye!" said Strong Bad, running off.

"That was uncomfortable, to say the least," he thought. Strong Bad then thought it would be best to get out of the house. Maybe there, he could show his newfound selflessness better. Walking around he found the Poopsmith working away. Strong Bad took another deep breath and walked over to him.

"Hey Poopsmith, how ya doing?"

The Poopsmith nodded toward him.

"You, uh, you need any help?"

The Poopsmith smiled. He quickly walked to the shed and got out another shovel, presenting it to Strong Bad.

"This shovel looks pretty clean. Guess no one ever really wants to help you, huh?"

The Poopsmith smiled and nodded. He then took out a pen and pad of paper from his pocket, writing "So, what's the deal? Community service?"

"No, no. I'm just tryin' to help out the team, y'know? They say I care about myself too much."

The Poopsmith took the pad back, writing "You mean you had to be told that?"

"Well, you see- hey! Alright, so I might have known. That's why I'm doing this; I'm helping out the town so I can help out the team."

At this point, Marzipan strolled along, mumbling something under her breath. Upon seeing Strong Bad at work- the Poopsmith's work, no less- she was reasonably surprised.

"Strong Bad, what is going on? Community service?"

"Why do people keep saying that? No, it's just that I'm trying to help out the town."

"In other words, you were insulted that people called you selfish and are now overcompensating for it."

"No…yes…maybe?"

"Strong Bad, all you need to do is just throw the ball around more. You don't need to do anything drastic. Besides, you doing charity work is just…weird. Like, really weird. Homestar reciting Shakespeare weird."

"Homestar reciting Shakespeare?"

"Don't ask."

Outside Marzipan's house, Homestar looked indignant. He was wearing a toga instead of his normal star shirt and was holding a skull in his nonexistent right hand.

"What the crap, Juliet?" whined Homestar. "I've been out here for an hour and a half! That's it. I'm going home."

"So," said Strong Bad, "you mean I don't have to do any of this?"

"Nope."

"Whoo-hoo!" Strong Bad threw his shovel to the ground. Take that, you…crap-shoveling…guy!"

Two days later, the team boarded a flight to their next game. Strong Bad sighed in his chair and began to read the book he brought with him, This Book is Also Better Than 1st, 2nd, and Quite Possibly Even 3rd Base, the sequel to the original. He looked to his left and saw Marzipan trying to get some sleep. Strong Bad noticed that she must have remarkable poise, since Homestar was sitting right next to her and hadn't shut up since the plane took off. "Marzi," Strong Bad thought, "if it wasn't for you, I don't know if this dream would've ever gotten off the ground. We lost the first game, but it was all my fault. This game, I will win- no, we will win. We all will win."

"Oooh! A little light!"

"Shut up, Homestar!"