Author's Notes: Hi. Sorry for the really long wait. I started making a comic book and I've been disregarding this. I've also been writing a script; doing schoolwork; playing Homestar Runner figurines with my sister, etc. Also, I'm sorry that I was completely wrong at the end of chapter 3.

Strong Sad took the carcass of his brother down to the stand. He took out a large axe and chopped up the body. He had no idea that Bubs was watching at that very moment. He took the bits and fed them to Marzy II.

Marzy II was very happy to eat every last bite of the brute. The next morning, the police were surrounding the concession stand. "Marzipan, what happened?" Strong Sad asked when he saw her first.

"It's Strong Bad. They say he vanished!" she blurted.

"What!" Strong Sad replied with mock shock.

"The police suspect that someone murdered him!" Marzipan cried. "His lady fans noticed that there weren't as many messes around the rink. They believe… never mind."

Marzipan swiftly walked away. Strong Sad followed her. "Wait, Marzipan, if there had been some incident and or accident, would that be the most horrid thing you could possibly think of?"

Strong Sad thought Marzipan would slap him, but she didn't. Instead, she only said, "Strong Sad, how selfish can you be?"

"Well, would it?" Strong Sad asserted with the look a sensitive young man shows when he's going to sob excessively.

Marzipan, who not only was feeling less reticent, but also couldn't stand to see a boy cry, answered, "No, it wouldn't even be the smallest bit bad. It would be a grand miracle: you do believe in miracles, don't you?"

Strong Sad tried to laugh and said, "Marzipan, I'm a pessimist. It would seem miraculous if a stranger didn't kill me as soon as he saw me."

Marzipan said, "Yeah, a miracle. I'm going to be saving a lot of money on Epsom salts and Band-Aids."

Strong Sad recalled, "You know, back before Bubs came along and gave me refuge, I had to spend hundreds of dollars on those things each month. I'm so grateful."

Marzipan criticized herself, "But I know if he had been in some violent incident, I'd feel the guilt because I've been praying it under my skin for as long as we'd been together."

Strong Sad asserted (man, for a morbidly timid person, he's been asserting himself a lot!) "Shape up, Marzipan. Strong Bad can make everyone with a pure heart feel like the worst person in the world. When Bubs saved me, he also opened my eyes to who I really was. A really awkward, more than slightly overweight, geeky, and physically lacking person, but a person nonetheless. And so are you. Except for the first four things."

Marzipan said confidently, "I deserve… a sweet, compassionate guy like you!"

"That's the spirit" were the words least likely to expect to come out of Strong Sad's mouth; nevertheless, he did say it. He smiled and looked at Marzipan. "I want to be your boyfriend," he cooed softly.

Marzipan hugged Strong Sad tightly. It seemed almost too good to be true. Or rather, it was too good to be true. Strong Sad always has been and always will be a wretch and nothing will change that. However, Bubs was just about to make it worse.

That night, Strong Sad was resting when Bubs came in suddenly. "You love her insanely, don't you?"

Strong Sad was startled out of his skin and fat cells (no, just kidding, eww). "Mr. Bubs, you frightened me!" Strong Sad stated.

"I frightened him? After what has happened I frighten him?" Bubs asked. "Oh, you didn't know I knew, but I did. I knew when you slept in your barely adequate bed, and you dreamt about her. But I didn't know how far you'd go, or how low you'd sink!" he yelled.

"What are you talking about?" asked Strong Sad, worried maybe Bubs knew a little too much about Marzy II.

"I saw what you did to Marzipan's boyfriend; you chopped him up! You murdered him!" Bubs accused.

"No! I did chop him up, but I didn't kill him! Well, okay, I admit it, I did kill him indirectly. But I was doing both of you guys a favor!" Strong Sad tried to defend himself.

Bubs took out a pistol and escorted Strong Sad to the door, as to turn him in to the police. At the door he stopped. "You know," he made a proposal; "Maybe we don't have to turn you in, considering you've been like a child to me. I could buy you a one-way ticket to some other city."

Strong Sad asked hopefully, "You would do that for me?"

"Sure, on one condition. Of course problems will occur if you bring this huge tree with you, so I'll take care of it for you!" Bubs decided, "You could tell me all the secrets to keeping it the way it is!"

"I guess I could. All you have to do is feed it." Strong Sad responded.

"Feed it what?" asked Bubs.

"Well… you know… tree food?" Strong Sad suggested.

"Yes, go on." Bubs requested.

"Water it on Thursdays." Strong Sad obeyed.

"Oh, ye-eah." Bubs said.

"But don't you dare…"

"Yes?"

"Don't even try to…"

Bubs turned around looking in the huge mouth of Marzy II. "What the crap is this?" he asked.

That was the last thing he said before Marzy II gobbled him up alive. It was a gruesome sight to see, as portrayed by Strong Sad's simultaneously frightened and disgusted face.

After Bubs had been made into tree food, Strong Sad got flooded with newspaper, magazine, and television offers. One day around the concession stand there was pandemonium. All the people who had given him offers were all over the place!

Eventually Marzy II collapsed. "Wait, what happened to the stupid tree?" a man asked.

"It just needs food." Strong Sad answered.

"Then give it food!"

"Not right now!"

"Where's the tree nutrient package?"

"It doesn't eat that. And I can't feed it right now. Why don't you just leave? Because your presence will still linger here." Strong Sad referenced, again. Groans came from Marzipan.

"I'm sorry," said Strong Sad, "But I still want you to leave!"

As Strong Sad ran out, Marzipan tried to slap him but didn't feel comfortable hitting someone like Strong Sad. "You know you're acting out of control!" Marzipan screamed.

"I know I am!" Strong Sad cried.

He ran away from the place. Marzipan found him and said, "That was pretty spontaneous. The people hated to leave. But… they're coming back tomorrow with money."

Strong Sad perked up beyond his typical peak. "They're coming back with a check? Well, that's good. We could afford to leave together!" Strong Sad suggested.

"Together?" Marzipan asked.

"If you'll take in a loser like me. Well, will you?" Strong Sad asked as he blushed to the point of being redder than Strong Bad.

"What?" Marzipan inquired, confused.

"Marzipan," Strong Sad murmured bashfully, "Will you marry me?"

"Strong Sad," answered a shocked Marzipan. "This is so sudden, I…"

"I knew you'd say no," said Strong Sad as he promptly burst into tears.

"Don't cry. I'd love to." Marzipan consoled Strong Sad.

Strong Sad gave Marzipan a huge hug. He said, "We can do it tonight."

"Tonight?" Marzipan asked excitedly.

"Yes, we'll spend the night somewhere nice like a hotel." he told her.

Marzipan ran home saying, "I must get ready for this!"

Strong Sad smiled and he walked away. He passed through the concession stand that night. Marzy II heard him passing by. "Feed me." it said.

"No! I can't live with all this guilt!" Strong Sad complained.

"I don't care." said Marzy II.

"I don't care if you don't care! I do!" Strong Sad shouted. "How about a compromise? I'll go pick you up some meat from the store!"

"Hmm… you are a sneaky one, Strong Sad." Marzy II said.

"Okay. But I'm afraid you can't have dessert." Strong Sad acted sympathetic, but was really madder than hell, as he walked out the door.

Marzy II took a coin out of the register and used it to call Marzipan.

When she picked up she heard a sweet song. Did she assume it Strong Sad? No. She looked out her window and saw the tree talking to her.

She rushed to the stand. When she saw the tree, it said, "Sweetie, give me a little water. I'm a little dried without the vapor from rain!"

"Well," Marzipan was sympathetic, "Sure, I'll give you water."

As our unwitting heroine held up the watering can, the tree grabbed her with a snag branch.

"It's time for dinner." Marzy II said.

Thankfully, Strong Sad got back just in time to save the love of his life. Marzipan's entire upper body was in the demonic tree's mouth. "Let go of her!" Strong Sad wailed.

Marzipan mumbled "Don't cry," and she managed to pry herself free.

"Marzipan, are you alright?" asked a concerned Strong Sad.

"Yes," Marzipan said breathing heavily.

"Are you sure?" asked Strong Sad.

He silently wept until Marzipan reached around him and said, "I'll always be okay. I'm a quite resilient woman."

"Oh this is all my fault, Marzipan. I should have given up when I found out its diet but I wanted so badly to be famous." Strong Sad insisted.

"Strong Sad," Marzipan asked, "Why would you want to be famous so badly?"

"Because I wanted you to love me," Strong Sad admitted.

"Strong Sad, I loved you before either of us worked here," Marzipan said.

"Though I was nothing but a loser?" Strong Sad asked.

"You were not. You were the sweetest, smartest, and most sensitive guy I knew. All I ever wanted was you and a little house." Marzipan gave Strong Sad a huge French kiss.

"Well," Strong Sad said, "It's not like I would have made the first move."

"Excuse me," said a man walking by, "I'm Cherry Greg, lead director of the corporate world. I have a proposal for you. We take a little twig bark, develop little Marzy II's and sell them to every house in the world!"

"Every house in the world?" Strong Sad asked shocked.

"But that's just the beginning. With luck, this could go universal!" Cherry said.

"Strong Sad, I don't want those devils in everyone's house" Marzipan whispered.

"Neither do I." Strong Sad answered just as softly.

"NO!" he yelled, "I don't want your stupid contract! I can make it without this."

"We have lots of money!" Cherry yelled.

Strong Sad screamed, "Money, schmoney, who do you think I am, Ebenezer Scrooge?"

"No, but…"

"Just leave now before I inadvertently physically harm you! I was after all brought up in a violent environment."

With that statement Cherry left.

Strong Sad, incensed to the bone, (yes, anger is thicker than fat) walked over to Marzy II. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it? You wanted to take over the universe!"

"Yes I did, and I want you to know how very grateful I am!"

Soon the branches from Marzy II became alive, and it told a monologue, "You see, I'm just a mother from outer space, and I want to take over the universe to keep my babies in the best place."

Then they started the battle. Strong Sad just sat there and cried. As soon as he realized what he was up against, he felt hopeless, so what else is new?

Marzipan was no helpless damsel, so she came into the fight and attacked the tree again and again from the back.

"No one makes my boyfriend cry, you vile piece of paper!"

Marzy II pushed Marzipan back. "Try, Strong Sad, try! What's the worst that could happen?" Marzipan persuaded.

"I could die!" screamed Strong Sad.

"That wasn't a problem two days ago!" Marzipan remembered.

"But what about you?" Strong Sad asked concerned.

Marzipan answered, "I can make it on my own!"

The fight was pretty brutal. Eventually the stand collapsed on top of Strong Sad. Luckily, or not, depending on your point of view, he lived, at least for now. He had a little piece of electric wire. He used it to electrocute the tree.

"Oh… sh--." The tree said as it exploded.

After the explosion, Marzipan was certain that Strong Sad had met an early doom. She started to cry, until Strong Sad emerged from the ashes. This time, it was his turn to say, "Don't cry."

They gave each other a hug, both relieved this nightmare was over and thankful Strong Sad didn't die yet.

They got married and moved to a little house, and it was very lovely. They lived happily ever after, except Strong Sad's diabetes killed him at age 45 and Marzipan was in prison for an illegal protest, no just kidding. Maybe. At least the Marzy II was gone for good. Or was it?

THE END!

Finally I finished this. Again, sorry for the huge wait. That was entirely my fault.

Notes:

Marzipan's handcuffs were on her invisible hands, which she has A.E.B. In Search of the Yello Dello.