Author's Notes: Sorry I hadn't updated in so long. I was busy doing random stuff that's not as important as you.

Strong Bad walked by dragging along his wagon and ran into Strong Sad. "Hey you! I don't need you blocking my way!" he shouted and threatened Strong Sad. "Soy gas?"

"Odd," Strong Sad replied.

This was barely audible considering that exactly as he said this, Strong Bad yelled, "No? Okay!" and he breathed the strange gas. It made him way hyper.

Marzipan came out of the building and said, "Oh Strong Sad, this is Strong Bad,"

"I know" Strong Sad muttered. Strong Bad glared at Marzipan.

"Of WWF!" she added quickly.

"Hey I know you," Strong Bad said apparently having forgotten Strong Sad, "I saw you on the news!"

"You're my…" Strong Sad was saying but was interrupted by Strong Bad.

"You're Dumbo? No, that's not right, it was Songstrad, no."

"It's…" Strong Sad began but believed he was better left anonymous to his in-one-ear-out-the-other brother.

Marzipan said, "It's Strong Sad."

Strong Bad yelled, "Is someone asking you, Marzipan?

Marzipan meekly apologized. "No, I'm sorry, sir."

They left. Strong Sad felt like crying. His older brother had not only forgotten he existed but replaced him with Marzipan. He wasn't sad for himself, but rather for Marzipan.

"Marzipan deserves a perfect person, not a sadistic and cruel person like my brother," Strong Sad sighed to the now enormous Marzy II. "At least I still have you."

The Marzy II fell over forward. "Oh, come on!" Strong Sad whined. "I don't have that much left."

Marzy II moaned, "Feed me."

"Who said that?" Strong Sad asked.

"Feed me."

"Marzy II? You can talk?" Strong Sad asked incredulously.

"FEED ME! FEED ME RIGHT NOW!"

"I don't have very much blood still here. I think if I strain really hard I can get some more out of this one." Strong Sad said frantically.

"More… more… more… more" said Marzy II as Strong Sad continued until his finger was dried.

"There isn't anymore! Do you want me to cut my wrists or something?" Strong Sad screamed.

Marzy II beamed. "Uhh… usually, I'd be just fine with doing that, but since it could be jeopardizing my chance to stay on the DGID (doesn't give into despair) team, I won't do that right now." Strong Sad concluded.

"Look I'll go to the store and by you some chopped sirloin." Strong Sad compromised.

"Must be blood!"

"Eww… that's gross, MII."

"Must be fresh!"

"I don't want to hear this!"

"Feed me."

"Does it have to be from one of us?"

"Feed me!

"Does it have to be MINE?"

"Strong Sad," Marzy II said inquisitively, "You do want everything any man could want, right?"

"You mean a smidgen of love or affection?"

"No! You maltreated are such humble freakos!" Marzy II said in a way very insulting to Strong Sad (well if someone called you a freako, wouldn't you be offended?) "I mean money and girls. One particular girl, how about that MAAAAARzipan! Think it over."

"I don't know how I'm going to keep feeding you unless I murder people. Such a horrible thought!" Strong Sad stated.

"Some people deserve to die!" Marzy II yelled.

"That's such a cruel thing to say!" Strong Sad's all too powerful conscience pushed out of his mouth.

"But it's true, right?" Marzy II inquired impolitely.

"No! I don't know anyone, bar myself, who deserves to be chopped up and fed to a famished tree!" Strong Sad shrieked.

"Hmm… of course you do!" Marzy II replied pointing to the window.

Marzipan ran screaming "I'm sorry, sir" repeatedly.

"You little frikkin' b---h! Why did you have to let go of the wagon?" Strong Bad screamed. Marzipan followed him into her house. "Open the door!" he yelled furiously.

"I'm trying" Marzipan yelled worriedly.

Once inside he slapped her really hard. Strong Sad recalled how it felt when Strong Bad did it to him about 80 times in a row. He was furious! Even his conscience was no match for his fury. "I know he has WAY more blood than I. He will pay for being a horrible, brutal, evil, relentless, cruel, hateful abuser!"

"Now you're talking!" Marzy II yelled.

The next day at the arena things were getting bad for Strong Bad's sparring partner.

"Oh, wow!" said an armless white dude. "They're done! My turn?"

"Sit down." said Strong Bad's manager, Miss Baby Styles. He obeyed.

"Umm… is THAT on the list?" Strong Bad asked about Homestar.

"Ask it. I'm going to get my hair done" Baby Styles said and then left.

"Hi! I've been waiting my entire life for this." the armless white guy said with an Elmeresque impediment. "My name is Homestar Runner. It's just like this one time I wrestled with this one guy and he promised that he'd be nice if I lose and give me a candy bar. So I just…"

"Get over here!"

"Well like one time I found this wrestler and he suggested you to me and it was just the…"

Strong Bad caught Homestar in a headlock.

"Yay!" the simple minded guy said. "This is the most fun I've had since I was two!"

Strong Sad was waiting for the match to end. He had a strange gut feeling. He had a gun in his hand and was worried about what he's doing. He was going to commit fraternal homicide for the sake of a deranged tree.

"Candy! Candy! Candy!" Homestar screamed madly.

"Get out!" Strong Bad yelled.

"What?" Homestar asked idiotically.

"GET OUT!"

"Okay. I will tell other people about you and they will be pleased to hear how great you are!"

Strong Bad looked at Strong Sad. "Does this thing scare you!" he said holding up the drill he had used to mutilate him with earlier (MUCH earlier).

Strong Sad nodded timidly. "Would you like it if I stuck it into your brain?" Strong Bad threatened.

Strong Sad whimpered, "N-n-no."

Strong Bad asked sadistically, "It'd be excruciating, right? You'd shriek, right?"

Strong Sad nodded.

"Get your big fat obese buttocks in here!" Strong Bad yelled.

Strong Sad was scared. But he remembered his mission. Strong Bad was about to attack Strong Sad when he said, "I need the soy gas for this!"

"What?"

Strong Bad took out a big bottle of soy sauce and it was connected to an "evapomatic".

He begins to breathe the soy gas and he gets really badly affected by it. Strong Sad takes out the gun. "You have a gun? You have a freakin' crap pistol! You gonna shoot me, right? Help me get out of this, no you wouldn't right?"

Strong Bad was suffocating. Right away he asked Strong Sad, "What did I do to you?"

Strong Sad "Lots of things. Terrible things! But I'm really here on account of what you did to her."

"Her? Who's her?" Strong Bad asked as he was about to die, "Oh, you mean her."

Strong Bad lay there, lifeless, never to harm anyone again.

Author's Notes: The next chapter should come sooner.