Thanks for the review! I'm kind of pro PanSad so if you see this it's normal for me.
Strong Sad decided he had to do something. However he had already done everything for the Marzy II so he didn't know what to do.
"Gee, I don't know what to do" he sighed. "Are you sick, or do you just not like growing?"
"I've given you a little of every necessity and you aren't growing. It's almost like I need to give you my blood to satisfy you! Ow!" Strong Sad said as he accidentally poked himself on a thorny rose which, miraculously, had not been purchased by Pom Pom.
"Why do these things keep lying around?" he asked as he tried to suck out excess blood. He was, after all, used to losing blood, but did not like it.
The Stick, Marzy II, started doing the same thing Strong Sad was. Strong Sad was confused. He put his bleeding finger out to it. That was not smart since Marzy II tried to bite his finger off. He showed the counterpart not bleeding finger on his other hand and Marzy II did not like it.
He reluctantly gave a couple drops of blood to Marzy II who took it happily. "Please grow for me, now" Strong Sad whispered as he went upstairs. Marzy II grew a little.
"W-BARR—Barren Fields Radio!" sang out the jingle. It was almost time for the Gravy Train Captain's weird show! Strong Sad was in the studio and he had brought in Marzy II. A creepy guy stood in front of them.
His head was red. Marzy II tried to eat his head. Strong Sad held it back and whisper-scolded, "We don't want Senor Cardgage to see us!"
Marzy II was mad. It wanted to eat Senor Cardgage's head.
They moved into GTC's radio studio. "Aaaaah! It's time for the plant!" "the Gravy Train Captain" shouted.
Strong Sad said, "Yep, it's time for me to tell about it. Well you remember that solar eclipse six nights ago?"
If you want to see the flashback read chapter one please.
"You can see the Marzy II at Bubs' Concession. That's Bubs. B-U-B-S." Strong Sad said over the radio.
"Tell 'em where it is! Tell 'em where it is! Oh well, it still works." Bubs sighed. "Where were you?"
"Oh did I miss Strong Sad's radio broadcast? I really wanted to hear it." Marzipan said as she came in late… again.
"You could've come in! Oh, let me guess. You got tied up." Bubs said.
"Nope, just a little handcuffed." Marzipan said nervously.
"Go on home, Marzipan" Bubs said, "You need rest."
Marzipan went home. On the way she met the three hot girls from before. The blonde one said, "Girl! Listen, girl! I don't know why you're dating someone who can hurt you."
"I can't stop." said Marzipan.
"Why not?" asked the redhead.
"He'd get angry. If he does this when I'm on his good side, what would he do if I got on his bad?" Marzipan explained.
"Well, maybe you should dump him and get another dude to protect you." said the brunette.
"Yeah, what about… the loser with the elephant feet!" suggested the redhead.
"Strong Sad?" Marzipan asked, with little (okay no) doubt that's who they meant.
"That's him!" said the blonde.
"Oh we're just close friends! Besides, I could never deserve a sweet, compassionate, emotional guy like Strong Sad." Marzipan said humbly.
"That girl has low self-esteem." the blonde noted.
"You have a point," the redhead said.
"She's got a problem." the brunette said. They walked away.
Marzipan thought to herself about what they had said. They were right. She loved Strong Sad, but she was still dating his brother (and he wasn't even the one that adored cute animals!) who was really mean and sadistic. She dreamed to herself about where they could be together at last, somewhere that's not ONLY green. A home with a pool… and she'd cook like Bobby Flay and look like Dido. She thought about getting a big screen TV (64") to watch shows like Desperate Housewives. She imagined having children who were so cute playing Spongebob Squarepants as the sun set in the west.
She thought of this. Although this seemed highly unlikely to be accomplished, she still dreamed of it.
Meanwhile, Strong Sad was losing blood to feed Marzy II. He was sad, but his mind was on the plant, which, of course, made Bubs extremely popular.
The next morning, the Marzy II was no longer a mere twig, or a baby tree. It was a tree, but not an extremely tall one yet.
Bubs was on the phone talking to a… marshmallow. "Yes, Marshie. No, Marshie. Right away, Marshie!"
He yelled, "Strong Sad! Did you get the flowers for Marshie?"
Strong Sad looked concerned and said, "Marshie! I forgot!"
"He forgot! God, he forgot! Customers: he forgot!" Bubs yelled.
"Marzipan we need an emergency arrangement!" Strong Sad said.
"Birthday? Wedding? Baby?" Marzipan asked.
"No, better, funeral," Strong Sad answered.
"Lilies!" Marzipan called.
"I've been forgetting everything," Strong Sad explained.
"Glue, please" Marzipan asked.
"Here you go. It's just I don't want to upset Bubs. I mean I owe him my life."
"Glitter!" Marzipan requested.
"There you go."
"Box of chocolates to soothe the pain?"
"Here."
"Card?"
"There."
"Gift wrap?"
"Marzipan this is a funeral not a sweet sixteen! We don't need to wrap the gift bundle."
"Okay. You were saying?"
"I was saying that I owe him my life. I mean he did save me from… oh never mind. You wouldn't understand. He gave me a bed and floors and toilets to clean, and every other first of the month off." Strong Sad credited.
"You should raise your expectations, now that you're famous and all. You're suffering from a low self-esteem problem, and it's taking over your life. Go do something nice for yourself. Buy some clothes… you don't seem to have many." Marzipan suggested.
"I'm a pathetic shopper, and everything else, but that's beside the point. I don't have good taste like you."
Marzipan said sweetly, "I could help you pick things out."
Strong Sad said, "You'd do that?"
Marzipan answered, "Yeah."
Strong Sad asked, "Tonight?"
Marzipan's kindly smile turned into a gloomy frown; like Strong Sad's but less so. "Not tonight. I have a date."
"No!" Bubs screamed.
"He's a professional." Marzipan answered.
"What kind of professional walks to work carrying a wagon full of pancakes and doesn't wear a shirt!" Bubs asked skeptically.
"A professional named my brother" Strong Sad muttered under his breath.
In a more suburban part of town as opposed to the emptiness of Barren Fields, a short Mexican-wrestler looking man was walking carrying a wagon full of pancakes. He reminded himself of his childhood. That was when his passion for other people's pain began. "'Strong Bad, I think some day you'll find a way to make your natural tendencies pay. You'll be a wrestler! You'll have a talent for causing things pain! Son, be a wrestler. People will pay you to be inhumane'." He burst in song. He was correct. He was a wrestler, and a success.
Author's notes: I think I'm gonna finish writing this before I continue Pathetic Private. But I WILL continue it!