"Soooo good!" three other voices joined the first. Everyone in the audience area turned to see four poorly drawn girls walking onto the stage.
"This looks like a great place to get our groove on" said one wearing baggy pants. The other three began laughing.
"What's Her Face, did you seriously just 'groove'?" asked the one with pigtails. "What a retro – freak! Hey, move it old – timey man!" she said to the King of Town.
"Doo, but I haven't finished my dinner yet!" protested the King.
"Hey, there goes a giant flying Twinkie!" she yelled, pointing into the audience.
"Doo –" yelped the King, and dashed off the stage
"Somebody get this fwiggin' sheep off of me!" Homestar yelled from underneath the King while everyone else laughed at him.
"Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars, know your stars, know your staaaaars." came the voice.
"The Ugly One," asked the girl with pigtails from the chair "Did your dad follow us again?"
"I don't think so."
"Cheerleader…" the voice said
"Maybe it's your dad." said the girl wearing a plaid skirt.
"Is related to Weird Al Yankovic." said the voice
"Cheerleader," said What's Her Face "you never told us that."
"That's 'cause I'm not, Doofus!" Cheerleader yelled.
"Cheerleader…" the voice went on "Gives all her money to charity."
"What?" Cheerleader shrieked "That's a lie! I got better things to spend money on than poor persons…"
"Like rubber chickens and coconuts." said the voice
"Yes. I mean no!" she yelled "Like make up and boys."
"And plastic surgery." added The Ugly One.
"And plastic surge – what are you implying?"
"Oh, nothing… hee hee."
"Cheerleader…" the voice went on
"Your dad's calling you again" said What's Her Face to Cheerleader
"Does her shopping at the thrift stores."
"What!" Cheerleader nearly exploded. "Thrift Stores! Only big losers and lesser dweebs do their shopping at dumps like that."
What's Her Face spoke up. "I do my shopping the –"
"Stop using your mouth." Cheerleader snapped "We shop at the most exclusive stored so we'll always look…"
"Sooooo good!" said the four in unison.
"More like, Sooooo ridiculous!" the voice said.
"I think he just insulted you guys" said the one in the plaid skirt.
"So and So…" said the voice
"Oh, uuuh…" stuttered the one in the skirt.
"Majors in Government and Economics."
"Uh, excuse me." said So and So "but I think your accuracy is questionable. See, I major in Math and –"
"So and So…" the voice went on "Is dating an elf."
"I am not!" So and So snapped
"pssst… Does he have a brother?" What's Her Face asked hopefully
"There is no elf, yo!" So and So yelled at her friend
"Oh yeah," the voice taunted "Then what about ol' Bret Bretterson?"
"Bret's not an elf!" she shouted
"He was made up from your head." the voice said "That pretty much accounts to the same thing."
"He's gotcha there." Cheerleader said
"But," So and So went on "Even if I did make him up, which I didn't" she added looking at there smug faces. "That wouldn't necessarily mean he was an elf!"
"So and So…"
"Ugh, what now?"
"Has a pet marshmallow."
"Okay, that's just nonsense! You can't have Marshmallows for pets."
"Sure you can." the voice said "He's right down there."
So and So looked down onto the stage to see a white lump that was Marshie, just now recuperating
"That's… right… kids…" he said weakly "Fluffy.. Puffed Marshmal – aaaaugh!"
So and So, in a frustrated rage, punted the annoying ball of sugar across the stage; where he ricocheted off the wall and smacked What's Her Face in the back of the head.
"Ow." said What's Her Face. Marshie said nothing, because he was unconscious again.
"What's Her Face…" said the voice
"I got marshmallow – ed!" said What's Her Face
"Got arrested recently."
"Oh yeah?" she asked
"Yeah!" the voice answered
"For what?" What's Her Face asked
"For liberating the animals from the zoo."
"Oh… yeah, that."
"Wait…" said Cheerleader "You mean, you actually did?"
"Well, they just looked so unhappy in their little cages… so-"
"I bet that Green Peace would support her on that." So and So said
"Fight the power!" The Ugly One yelled
"Yo," said Cheerleader "That was…"
"Soooo good!"
"Well, that didn't go the way it was supposed to…" the voice mumbled to its self. "So… What's Her Face…"
"Yes, General?"
"Drives under the influence."
"The influence of what?" asked a confused What's Her Face.
"Whaddaya mean 'What'?" Snapped the voice "The influence of raspberries, of coarse."
"Um," said So and So, "I'm not really sure that raspberries have any 'influence'."
"Shows what you know." Said the voice "I'll have you know that raspberries cause over a million casualties among household pets."
"Then what's that have to do with us?" asked The Ugly One.
"Stop listening to him!" yelled So and So, "He's making it all up!"
"The Ugly One…" the voice went on
This ought to be good. Cheerleader thought to herself.
"Is the most popular among teen girls."
"Oh," The Ugly One wore an expression of flattered bliss on her face. Cheerleader looked as if something very large had hit her on the head.
"The Ugly One…"
"Yes, Daddy?" said The Ugly One
"Doesn't wear deodorant." the voice finished
"My secret's out!" The Ugly One yelled. The other girls backed away from her with looks of horror on their faces.
"Eeewe" said the voice "The Ugly One… sleeps with a yo-yo."
"So?" asked The Ugly One
"Ugh, Now you know the squad of girls between the ages of thirteen and nineteen."
"Soooo good!"
"Stop saying that!"
"It's over!" Strong Bad yelled "… Oh, reflex."