The computer screen reads, "sbemail.exe"

Strong Bad says in a robotic voice, "The email is down. The-the-the-the-the email is down...down...down...down..."

The computer screen reads,

Dear Strong Bad

What's up? Have you been setting fire to Strong Sad's bed? (With him in it, I mean?) Anydangway, on to business: Have you ever been caught in a jam in which you need Homestar, Homsar or someone else that you hated to help you out?

From your long-lost brother,

Strong Matt

Strong Bad exclaims, "Whoa! I've got a long-lost brother! Sweet! Maybe if I find him, I'll have someone else to help me set fire to Strong Sad's bed! And maybe even with him in it!" He types/says this: "Well, newfound member of the Strong family, while the only thing Homestar and Homsar are good at is being stupid (and, perhaps in Homsar's case, coming up with completely random phrases), their help isn't usually needed at all. But there was one time where I needed help in stupidity, and Homestar helped me out. In order for you to understand why I needed stupidity momentarily, you need to know the whole story. FLASHBACK!"

Strong Bad, Homestar Runner, and Homsar are filming Dangeresque 3: The Criminal Projective. Strong Bad says his line to Homsar: "Alright, Devilish Destructor, hand over the secret police files or get a serious butt-whipping; it's your choice."

Homsar replies, "Aa-aa-aagh! It's the Litigation Jackson of our generation."

"Cut! For the thousandth time, that's not your line! Can I get a professional in here?" A limousine drives up and a man dressed in an expensive suit and dark sunglasses steps out. "Holy gosh! It's Lincoln Jackson, writer, director, and producer of the Litigation Jackson movies! What are you doing here? Do you want to produce the Dangeresque movies? Or would you like to offer me some directing pointers?"

"Neither. I'm here to place a lawsuit."

"WHAT! What for!"

"It seems one of your characters has mentioned my movie in yours without my consent."

"That's not my fault! The actor's just stupid! That's not even his line!"

"I'll bet. Want to offer me some proof?"

"Umm..." Strong Bad leans over to Homestar and whispers to him, "I'm not good at acting stupid. Get behind Homsar and say stuff you would normally say, except make it seem like it's coming out of Homsar's mouth."

"For honor and glory," Homestar yells to no one. He dashes behind Homsar. "Duhh...The square root of Monterey is spaghetti."

Homsar actually talks this time. "Aa-aa-aagh! My brain is a thirty-pound can of peas."

"He's got that right," Strong Bad comments. Jackson snickers.

"Okay, you've convinced me. Hey, wanna come to the party I'm hosting tonight. Tons of hot babes will be there."

"Sweet! I'll be there!" The flashback ends.

Strong Bad types/says this: "So not only did Homestar get me out of a tight jam, he also got me invited to this wicked party with lots of H-O-T-T hott babes. I mean, who thought that stupidity could get you chicks? Anydangway, there you go, Strong Matt. Can't wait to meet you!" Strong Bad scoots back his stool, jumps off of it, and walks off screen.

Easter Eggs:

wicked party-Strong Bad is dancing with a "hott babe" at Club Technochocolate. He says, "Hey, baby. Wanna come over to my place tonight?"

Strong Matt-A portrait pops up of a possible Strong Matt. (I haven't figured out how he should look.)

Special thanks to Strong Matt.