After Homestar had taken his last fall, a head appeared from somewhere offstage. It looked from left to right trying to find the source of the great commotion that was going on. Having found nothing except an empty chair, Pom pom bounced further onto the stage. Still, he continued looking around for the source of the argument he heard. He finally came to the edge of the stage and looked down.
"Hey, Pom pom." Came Homestars voice from the floor.
Pom pom began making bubbling noises, which is how poms speak.
"No, I'm allwight." Homestar reassured him. "Hey, go sit in that chaiw up thewe."
Pom pom bubbled some more.
"No, sewiously, it's lots of fun."
Pom pom shook his head exasperatedly, but turned and bounced over to the chair and sat down on top of it. (Because he clearly would never fit into it)
The lights dimmed once more, while the other lights began floating across the stage.
"Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars, know your stars, know your staaaars."
"Pom pom…"
Pom pom looked about to see where the voice was coming from.
"Comes from the Isle of Ping Pong"
Pom pom quirked up and started bubbling once more. Trying, perhaps, to inform the voice that he was in fact from the Isle of Pom.
"Pom pom…" the voice continued. "Is the American pastime."
Pom pom began rubbing his head in puzzlement, trying to figure out what on Earth this voice was talking about.
"He makes a great water balloon too, kids."
Pom pom bubbled again, obviously offended.
"Pom pom… is the original Fluffy Puffed Marshmallow."
Pom pom was clearly offended now, as his bubbling reflected.
"Pom pom…was born on Mars."
Pom pom bubbled some more and pointed into the empty air.
"Whose to say the Isle of Ping Pong isn't on Mars?" the voice persisted. "By the way, I've got a message for your mom." The voice started making the same bubbling sounds that Pom pom made.
Pom poms eyes went wide at this. After the initial shock, Pom pom bubbled up a storm; bouncing up and down with a look of pure fury in his eyes, shaking his arms at the air and literally shaking with anger.
Then a phone rang.
Pom pom stopped his rant and pulled a cell phone out of his body. After answering, he began chatting away with whoever had called him. He bounced away off the stage still bubbling into his receiver.
"Wait, come back!" the voice called after him. "This isn't over yet. It's not, it's, uuuuh… and now you know Pom pom."
"Pom pom's definitely the Mac awound hewe." Homestar said from the floor.