As Strong Sad left the stage, a familiar laughing sound could be heard close by.

"Doo hoo, doo hoo hoo hoo." The King of Town stepped out onto the stage.

"Is this the kitchen?" he asked looking around at everyone.

"Yeah, it is." Strong Bad said "Have a seat and we'll get your food right to ya."

"Hot dog!" the King exclaimed, dashing to the empty seat.

"Strong Bad, how could you do that to him?" Marzipan asked

"Hey, if I gotta go through this kinda torture, so does he!"

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

"Doo, is that the waiter?" the King asked

"The King of Town…" said the voice

"I'll have a lobster bisque! Oh, and ham casserole and plum pudding. Ooh, and for dessert –"

"Is a Neanderthal."

"– a heavenly parfait and – What? What did you call me?"

"A Ne…an…der…thal" the voice said, slowly so the King could understand.

"What does that mean? Is it some reference regarding royalty?"

"Suuuure it is." came the voice smugly, with a hint of disappointment as well. "The King of town…"

"Doo,"

"Eats garbage cans."

"I only did that once!" the King snapped defensively. "And, in all honesty, it was quite tasty."

"Oh, man!" yelped Strong Bad

"How revolting!" Marzipan shrieked

"I feel unwell." Homestar moaned

"I'm gonna puke my pants!" said Coach Z

"DELISIOUUUUUS!" Yelled Strong Mad

"Perducci…" the voice continued

"Is my order ready yet?" the King asked

"Is a sheep."

"What this is?" said the King "I think you should know that I'm not a sheep!"

"You're fluffy and white, though." retorted the voice "Explain that."

"That doesn't mean nothin." the King declared "And earlier, you said I was a Neanderthal! (Whatever that is)"

"Well, obviously, you're a Neanderthal Sheep! Duu-uh!"

"Listen here, you…y, you…whipper snapper," the King growled "I know sheep! I had a flock of 'em! I know that ain't one!"

"'Had' a flock, eh?" went the voice "And just what happened to them?"

"Well," the King started "There was a flock, and…"

"Uh huh," went the voice

"Well, they were looking… particularly tender, then…"

"Yeah," said the voice

"My, my cook was…there"

"Go on…" the voice said

"They were, uh… delicious?… Doo hoo?"

"There you have it." the voice said triumphantly "The King of Town… Is a cannibalistic sheep."

"I regret what I done." the King moaned

"The King of Town…" continued the voice "Ate his own arms."

"What then!" said the King "I think you're a little confused. See, I don't have any arms."

"Not any more, you don't" the voice said.

"No, I mean I've never had arms!" the King argued.

"Are you sure?" asked the voice

"Of coarse I am!" said the King "At least, I'm pretty-"

"How do you pick things up, then?" asked the voice "Arms are pretty important for tasks like that."

"Well," the King said "I just… do"

"Yeah?" said the voice "Then pick up that fork."

The King looked down on the stage to see a little, plastic fork laying there. He bent over, moving about, obviously trying to pick it up off of the stage. But, no matter how much he huffed, puffed, wheezed or groped about, the fork would not budge.

"Where'd that fork come from, anyways?" asked Bubs.

"I think that's a talk you need to have with you'we pawents, Bubs." Homestar said

"Hey, kids! Why be standing around, when you could be eating Fluffy Puffed Marshmallows!"

Everyone - except for the King, who was still trying to pick the fork up - looked in the air to see a giant marshmallow flying around

"Oh, gross!" Strong Bad said "Somebody get the exterminator in here!" Meanwhile, Marshie continued buzzing about.

"Fluffy Puffed Marshmallows; all the great taste of a mound of raw sugar, without a single vitamin, nutrient or any amount of healthiness to get in the way! Why would anyone want to eat anything else, anyway?"

"CRIKEEEEEY!" Strong Mad yelled as he seized Marzipans guitar and began swinging it around, attempting to swat the disturbing, talking marshmallow away. He finally succeeded, and with a loud WHACK, Marshie flew several feet away and smacked the King of Town right in the face.

"Woah, that was random." the voice said "Anyway, now you know the King of Town-"

"Wait," the King said "Did you just call me Peducci?"

"-The cannibalistic, Neanderthal Sheep who ate his own arms." the voice finished

"Okay, what were we just talking about?" the King asked

"You were telling us what you want for dinner." Strong Bad told him

"Doo, I like dinner! I'll have tuna melt sandwiches – Lots of 'em! And an onion log, and spaghetti with cheese and meat sauce, and grapefruit juice, and a chili casserole, and…"