"Oh, man. That was a weird nap." Homestar sat up and looked around. He was no longer in the lobby of the other office building. Matt and Mike had brought him back to the room with the broken computer and stuck him in a corner. They were currently examining the busted computer.

"Hey, you're the eclectic computer box guy!" Homestar noted. Then he paused. "Computer. Comput-ER. What in blue blazes!"

Mike and Matt turned to face Homestar. "What is it?" Matt asked.

"I must be having a nightmare! Wake up! Wake up!" Homestar started banging his head against the wall.

"Hey, he's pronouncing his 'R's…" Mike noticed. "I think you hit him harder than previously thought."

"Is it working? ComputER … Gahhh! I'm ruined!" Homestar collapsed on the floor and started rolling around sobbing. "Oooh, lil' brudder… how will I ever get back to normal… I just can't make it …"

"Homestar, relax. It's probably just a side affect of being displaced. It should go away when you get back to your site." Matt said, trying not to look bemused.

"Are you sure?" Homestar asked, wincing at the sound of his impediment-free voice.

"There's only one way to find out. We have to get you back." Matt replied.

"But to do that, you'll have to tell me exactly what happened. Don't leave out any details." Mike added.

"Right. Well, it all started when I entered the Strongest Man in the World competition…"

"Uh, you don't have to go that far back, Homestar." Matt explained. "Just tell us what happened today."

"Well, I met you in that office over there, and I got stuck in the spinning door…"

"BEFORE you met us… start with this morning." Mike suggested.

"Ohhh, why didn't you say so. There I was, making sandwiches for me and Marzipan, but when I got to Marzipan's house no one was there. So I looked everywhere for her, but I still couldn't find her." Homestar paused. "Is that what you meant?"

"YES, keep going!" Matt and Mike said in unison.

About an hour later…

"Okay, I think we finally get the picture." Mike said, stretching his cramped legs. "We're going to have to repair this computer. And quickly. Who knows what is happening back on the site with Homestar stuck out here."

"Yeah when we checked, it wasn't working." Matt added.

Homestar stared blankly. "So… what you're saying is..."

"We gotta get you back before something real bad happens." Matt simplified.

"Like what?" Homestar wondered.

Mike glanced at Matt and was met with a clueless shrug. He turned back to Homestar. "We don't really know what to expect from this."

"We're gonna go find some parts… just stay in the room for a while until we get back, okay?" Matt said. Matt and Mike left to scrounge the office building for a computer to dissect for parts, leaving Homestar in the room by himself.

"Really round rocks roll… red rutabagas are riper than radishes…" After a few minutes of repeating an assortment of "R" words, he stood up and blurted in frustration, "I'll fix you myself, you darn computer box!" With that, he stomped over to the broken computer monitor and grabbed a screwdriver off the floor where one of the Chapman brothers had left it.

"Okay, where does this go… let's see… oh, here's a couple screws." Homestar poked the screwdriver around behind the computer. Suddenly the lights flickered, and Homestar was thrown against the wall. "Ouuuggghhhh… buzzy… lightning bolts…" He muttered before sliding to the floor in a heap.

Yeah, yeah... I know I've knocked poor Homestar out a bunch of times now... last time, I promise... I will try not to do it any more.