After Pom pom exited, Marzipan appeared on the stage carrying her guitar and quietly humming to herself.
"Oh, look Carol." She said spotting the chair. "This looks like a good place to practice."
No sooner had she seated herself and began strumming her guitar strings then the lights dimmed.
"Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars, know your stars, know your staaaars."
"Ooh, hear that Carol? That'd make some great background music."
"Marzipan…" said the mysterious voice. "works as your friendly, neighborhood taxidermist."
One of Carols strings broke.
"What!" Marzipan demanded. "I do not do taxidermy! That's awful!"
"Marzipan…" the voice continued. "She eats baby seals."
Marzipan gasped.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. "I love baby seals."
"Yeah. That's why you eat them so much."
"I do not eat seals!" she persisted.
"Marzipan… doesn't kill her seals before she eats them."
"Oh, that's horrible! You're a monster!" She yelled.
"At least I'm not in love with a guitar."
"Homestar is not a guitar." Marzipan retorted.
"I'm not?" Homestar asked.
"Marzipan…" the voice went on. "Is a bell."
"Oh, why thank you. I guess I am a belle. That's very ni-"
"No, B-E-L-L." said the voice. "A bell."
"That's not true!" Marzipan shouted, jumping out of the chair. "Whoever you are, you better-" As she landed on the stage, there was a ding ding dinging sound.
"Uh hu hu hu hu" Homestar laughed. "He siweously got you that time, Mawzipa-"
"Shut your trap, Homestar!" snapped Marzipan.
"Yes, Momzipan." Homestar complied.
"Now you know Marzipan, the seal-eating, guitar-loving taxidermist." Said the voice.
"No they don't!" Marzipan yelled after the voice "They don't know anything. All you said was a pack of lies! Come back here, tell them the truth! Are you listening to me!…"