"Oh well. Maybe if I tighten anothew scwew, it'll fix some mowe stuff." Homestar grabbed the screwdriver again and headed for the smoking computer. Just that moment, Matt and Mike walked in with a less mangled version of the smoking, broken computer.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing!" Matt almost dropped the computer he was carrying to dart over and snatch the screwdriver away.
"I was scwewdwiving this computew box and it fixed my talking!" Homestar excitedly explained.
Matt narrowed his gaze, then stepped back in surprise. "Jeez! Mike… look what happened to Homestar while we were out!"
"What?" Homestar demanded.
"We'll still be able to get him back though won't we?" Mike said after staring for a few seconds.
"WHAT?" Homestar demanded again.
"You…uh…" Matt hesitated.
"Flip me the bird." Mike said.
"Okay." Homestar flipped him the finger, and a very three dimensional, human looking hand came into his view. "What in foogoogwas… what happened to my awms!"
"Homestar, you didn't have- oh nevermind." Mike stopped himself.
"Don't mess with the computer anymore. I think you made it worse," Matt instructed.
"This is really, really creepy." Mike remarked.
"Youw tellin' me!" Homestar replied. A pale, lightly built guy in a Led Zeppelin shirt and jogging pants with a camouflage skullcap stared back at him from his reflection in the shiny glass of the monitor that Mike was holding.
"Lets get to work." Mike said finally, and he set down the computer and started disassembling it. Matt unplugged the torched, shattered, and overall sad remains of the broken computer on the desk and started taking it apart.
Homestar paced around the room, asking "Are you done yet?" about every five minutes on the mark. Finally, Mike caved in to the desire to tell the cartoon-turned-human off.
"That's it," he said, slamming his pliers down on the floor. "You ask that one more time, and you're gonna get this pliers right in the head!"
Homestar sat in a chair and started amusing himself more quietly by spinning around. After about ten minutes, he asked, "Are you done y-"
"Homestar, go for a walk. I'm sorry, but I can't work with you in here asking that every five minutes." Matt interrupted, catching sight of Mike's murderous expression.
"Hey, that one was TEN minutes." Homestar corrected.
"Homestar…" Matt warned.
"Yes siw." Homestar left the room dejectedly.
"Don't leave this floor!" Matt called after him.
Homestar was already gone, wandering past offices and through lounges toward the elevator. He walked up and mashed the button, and the door opened with a metallic screech, revealing a man in a brown coat with a briefcase, apparently leaving work for the day. Homestar stumbled into the elevator, tripping over the door gap.
"First day on your new feet?" Joked the man with the briefcase.
"Yeah. My old feet wewe much bettew." Homestar responded truthfully. "But as soon as Matt and Mike fix my website, I'll have my old feet back again."
The man laughed nervously, unsure of how to reply. "Uh, so you getting off work too? You work in the web design department?"
"Oh I don't wowk hewe. I just came out of the computew scween."
At this, the man with the briefcase forced a polite smile and moved to the corner of the elevator.
"My name's Homestaw. Who awe you?" Homestar inquired.
"Uh, Frank." Frank said, inching over to the button panel. He discreetly pushed the third floor button several more times.
"Oh, I like buttons too!" Homestar said cheerily upon taking notice of Frank's button pushing. Homestar came over to the button panel and started mashing all of the buttons, much to the horror of poor Frank. "Buttons, buttons, buttons…"
The door slid open on the next floor, and Frank hurriedly escaped the elevator.
"Bye, Fwank!" Homestar waved as the door slid shut.
Poor Frank... anyhow, haven't started on the next chapter but I imagine it will be a fun one with Homestar on the loose now... Mike and Matt will have to go out and rescue him pretty quick here too.