Homestar, Marzipan and Pom pom watched as the giant vehicle reversed its way out of the wall. When it had gone, they heard a gruff voice saying

"Now, that's my kind of S U V right there." The three saw a shape coming through the gaping hole in the wall, followed by a much larger shape.

"I'll tell ya, big guy, i-"

"Hey Stwong Bad!" Homestar said. "What'we you doing hewe? Did you get in a fight with the haunted ceiling to?"

"Uh, no!" Strong Bad replied, leaning away from Homestars face. "I don't even know what you're talking about."

"Cool, cool." replied Homestar.

Strong Bad moved away towards the chair with Strong Mad close behind. "So, as I was say'n," he sat down. "S U Vs, the-"

"Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars, know your stars, know your staaaaars."

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Strong Bad demanded.

"Strong Bad…"

"Yeah, that's me."

"has no hands."

"What! What are you talk'n about! Of coarse I have hands!"

"No you don't." said the voice "That's why you always have boxing gloves on."

"I do too have hands." Strong Bad insisted.

"Then let's see you take them off and prove it."

"I don't need to take these off for anybody!"

"Uh huh, riiiiiight. Strong Bad…"

"What?"

"He sings like a goat."

"Hey! Take that back! You know that's messed up."

"You're right." The voice said. "Goats sing better than you."

"What the crap, man! I have a great voice. I can sing better than anybody. Right guys?" He looked out expectantly at everyone, only to be met with many mumblings, murmurings, exchanged glances, "hmmmms", "hummms" and bubbling. (From Pom pom.)

"Ah, who needs y'all?" he grunted.

"Strong Bad…" the voice went on relentlessly.

"Yeah?" Strongbad groaned.

"Is made of cardboard."

"Um, no I'm not!" snapped Strongbad.

"Oh no?" sneered the voice "Then perhaps you'd like to view this exclusive clip from Sbe mail 103."

On the video screen, there appeared an image of Strong Bad's couch, behind which, was a cardboard box being held up by Strong Bad's boxing gloves.

"Do do do do, it's tough bein' a box! Do do do do, but I'm livn' it up! Livn' it up! Do do do do, livn' it up! Do do do do do do. Box!" sang Strong Bad as he moved the box around and about.

"HOORAY FOR BOOOOOOOX!" cheered the image of Strong Mad.

"See?" said the voice smugly.

"Hey, wait a minute!" said Strong Bad "Show the earlier part of that sbe mail!"

"MAKE IT DANCE!" said the image of Strong Mad holding the cardboard box in front of Strong Bad. "MAKE IT PRAAAAAANCE!"

"Okay big guy, I'll make that cardboard box dance and prance later…" Said the Strong Bad on the screen.

"Strong Box…" the voice went on

"Strong Box!" Strongbad yelled "What the cra-"

"Lost another loan to Ditech."

"WHAT! That doesn't even make any sense!"

"It's okay, Stwong Box." Said Homestar. "I just saved my caw insecuwities."

"You don't got a car!" yelled Strong Bad.

"Yeah," Homestar said. "You'we pwobably wight."

"Stong Bad…" went the voice. "Is a tapeleg."

"Augh," Strong Bad sighed "How many times I gotta go over this! I am not a tapeleg. My legs aren't made of tape. I mean, look at this. Does it look like-"

Stong Bad lifted his leg into the air and noticed that it was wrapped up in duct tape.

"Whoa, whare'd that come from?" he wondered.

"Now you know Strong Bad." Said the voice

"What? No they don't, you just made up a bunch of crap about me! Come back and fix this! Boy, if I ever find out who that guy is…" He grumbled while shaking his fist.

"DAAAAAUGH, MEEEEEEEEEE." Strong Mad growled as he seized Strong Bad by the head and flung him out of the chair. He then sat down himself. The chair sagged and groaned under his weight.