"What on earth is Strong Bad doing?" Pom Pom wondered, finally taking notice of his companion's strange behavior.
Strong Bad pulled out a fistful of coins and started sorting through them. "Crap… crap… stupid Canadian crap. Oh, one of them new-ish gold dollar coins." Strong Bad stuck the dollar coin on a pile of quarters. He looked up and saw Marzipan standing over him. "Oh. Hey Marzipan. I was just… organizing these coins here." He scooped up the pile of quarters hastily.
"I hope you aren't planning to steal those."
"Well it's not like they're in use or anything… besides, we gotta eat don't we?" Strong Bad replied defensively.
"We already have some food in our backpacks." Marzipan countered.
"Come on, a guy can't live off of granola bars. You have to have all that stuff from the food pyramid, like milk and orange juice …and buffalo wings." Strong Bad said.
Marzipan crossed her arms and was silent for a minute. "You have a point I guess. We'll run out of granola bars if we don't ration them. Don't take any more than you have to." Marzipan advised, and she returned to sit by Pom Pom.
Strong Bad counted out the coins and let out a satisfied grunt. "We got enough loot, so whoever wants some real food can come with me." He said, getting to his feet.
Marzipan and Pom Pom got up and followed Strong Bad to the food stands.
"This looks like a nice place." Marzipan said, pausing in front of a café.
"Uh… why don't we check out all the places before we make any decisions." Strong Bad suggested.
"Sounds reasonable enough." Pom Pom agreed.
They continued to wander. No one was interested in fast food, and most of the other stores in the terminal were closing. Then they rounded a corner and came to a halt in front of a neon sign.
"This looks like a good place. And it says they have buffalo wings on special." Strong Bad said.
"Larry's Bar and Grill?" Marzipan read incredulously.
"I'm the one with the dough, and I say we eat here." Strong Bad said firmly. "You guys weren't the ones digging change out of that rancid water." Strong Bad didn't wait for them to respond. He walked in and left them to think it over in the hallway.
Marzipan glanced at Pom Pom. He shrugged. "I don't really care either way. If you want to go in I'll come with you." Pom Pom offered.
"I just don't like leaving him alone. He tends to complicate things." Marzipan replied.
"All right then." Pom Pom replied, following her in. Strong Bad was sitting on a barstool.
"I knew you guys would come to your senses. Hurry up and get your food, I ordered already." Strong Bad said.
Marzipan and Pom Pom sat down and took a look at a menu. Meanwhile, Strong Bad checked out the room and caught a lady staring at him. He nodded at her, and she turned away and started laughing with the others at her table. "Something's wrong with all the girls here, man." He muttered.
He stared at the clutter adorning the walls until his plate of buffalo wings arrived. "Oh finally… some real food."
"Aren't you even gonna take your gloves off?"
Strong Bad looked up at the guy sitting two stools over. "You need some help keeping your nose in your own business? Cuz I can realign it for ya."
"Whatever, man. I'm not the one who looks like an escapee from the Mexican circus." The guy laughed and took a swig of his beer. Suddenly he was struck by a hurtling buffalo wing. "What was that!" The guy wiped buffalo sauce off the side of his head.
"Hey did you see that? I guess chickens can fly." Strong Bad snickered.
"Listen buddy-" The guy started to get up, but Marzipan walked over and sat on a stool between them. The two glared at each other over her shoulder.
"Strong Bad, I think we should leave now." Marzipan urged.
"I'm not leaving because of this moron. I'm not done with my chicken yet." Strong Bad protested, abruptly ignoring the glare of the other customer and returning his attention to his food.
"Hey there you are!" Homestar suddenly walked into the room. "I woke up and I couldn't find you."
"That was the point." Strong Bad muttered.
Homestar either didn't hear or didn't understand this comment and continued, "I just thought you might want to-"
"Nice hat, hon." A girl in a pink tank top remarked as she walked past Homestar and left the bar.
"Thank… you…" Homestar stared after her.
"AHEM." Marzipan cleared her throat and Homestar snapped back around. "You wanted to tell us what?"
"Oh. I owe the gift store lady some money for this cool snow globe." Homestar held up the glittery dome.
"Homestar, we don't have any money to spare, we just spent it on food." Pom Pom explained. "You'd better just take it back."
Homestar sagged sadly. "All right. What are you eating, Strong Bad?" Homestar peered inquisitively at the half empty plate of buffalo wings.
Strong Bad pulled the plate away defensively. "Nothing."
"Hey, let me try one of those…" Homestar reached for a wing.
"Get away from my wings, man." Strong Bad yanked the plate away again and attempted to hold it out of Homestar's reach ineffectively.
"I just wanna try one-"
"Guys, cut it out." Marzipan stepped in and held Homestar back.
"Strong Bad's being a greedy Gus." Homestar scolded.
Strong Bad took the opportunity to back away and attempt to shovel the rest of the chicken in before Homestar got past Marzipan, but the harassed customer he'd been fighting with earlier chose that moment to stick out his leg. Strong Bad toppled backwards with a yell, and the plate of chicken somersaulted in the air and descended towards Strong Bad's head, smacking him right in the face.
"Uh oh." Homestar stared.
The disgruntled customer grabbed a napkin off of the counter and walked over to Strong Bad. "Here, you might need this." He laughed, dropping it on Strong Bad. Strong Bad threw a punch just as the man bent down to release the napkin, and his head snapped back as the glove connected with his chin. All at once chaos erupted in the bar.
The guy's buddies got off their stools and charged Strong Bad, who was getting to his feet and preparing to dish out some pain. Homestar crawled under the barstools while Marzipan stared on in frustration at the mess that was unfolding.
"Do something, Pom Pom!" She commanded.
"Yeah, come and get it." Strong Bad taunted the three angry men that were closing in. He prepared to pummel the nearest opponent, but something caught his fist in midair. Strong Bad looked up and saw Pom Pom had grabbed his wrist.
"What the crap do you think you're doing?" Strong Bad demanded. "I was about to kick their- ya-a!" Someone yanked Strong Bad by the ear to the door and then shoved him out. He rolled over and stared back to see the manager shaking a fist at him.
"Don't you ever think of coming back here, you freak." The manager ranted, slamming the door behind him. Then the door opened and Pom Pom and a very angry Marzipan walked out.
"What were you thinking!" Marzipan demanded. "You know everything isn't about you, we have to think of all of Free Country. They're depending on us, and here you are starting fights over… over chicken!"
"Buffalo chicken." Strong Bad corrected, getting to his feet.
The door to the bar cracked open and revealed the manager once more. "You forgot something." He said angrily. The door opened all the way and Homestar was jettisoned out into Strong Bad, knocking him to the floor again.
"You got chicken juice on your face." Homestar remarked.
"GET OFF OF ME! UGH." Strong Bad shoved Homestar off and stomped away.
I wonder what Homestar will think of airplanes...