The computer screen reads, "sbemail.exe."
Strong Bad screams in a Limozeen voice, with Limozeen music in the background, "It's email time, so let's check it check it check it check it! Email time! Just check it check it check it check it!"
As the email pops up, Strong Bad reads aloud, still in the Limozeen voice, "Dear Str--…" Strong Bad clears his throat, and continues, "'Dear Strong Bad, How old are you? Regular of the website, Icecap.' 'Icecap!' What the crap kinda name is 'Icecap!' More like 'Icecrap,' if you ask me! I am grateful that you're a regular of the website, though."
"Now, on to your question. Quite frankly, I don't know how old I am. No one knows their true age around here. Most of us just stopped counting after the drinking age. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only guy who knows his age around here is the Poopsmith. It's understandable, seeing as it's one of the only things that guy has to remember. But I assure you, I'm still young enough to party with the ladies. Okay, so until next time…"
Homestar interrupts, "Stwong Bad, I bwought yoww bowthday cake. I fowgot how owd you aww. Could you teww me how many candows to put on?"
Strong Bad whispers back, "Homestar, ix-nay on the irthday-bay! I'm trying to keep my age a secret to el viewers!"
"Now I wemembow! Yoww fifty-thwee! Thanks, Stwong Bad!" Homestar runs off.
"I'm twenty-five!" Strong Bad yells. He quickly covers his mouth, but realizes it's too late, and turns back to the Lappy. "Well, there you have it, Icecrapper. I'm twenty-five. It's not like that's a big deal or anything. As I said, I'm still young enough to party with the ladies."
Easter eggs
NONE! NADA! AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME ADD ANY! MWAHAHAHAHA!
No, I'm not a dingbat. Despite what the shrinks say.