As we walked into the crowded smorthie store, The Cheat waved us over to a booth. He had four smroothries in front of him. We sat down. Strong Bad was the first to break the silence. "So, The Cheat. Good game today, huh?" The Cheat smiled. His gold tooth showed, even though his face was pretty swollen from all the bee stings.
I had been so proud of that little guy just a few minutes earlier, beating that hive to a poolp even when the bees were stingin' him. What could have made him snap? And why was he so calm?
I finally asked the question on all of our minds. Except maybe Strong Mad, he was never much of a thinking man, plus he always stuck with The Cheat through thorck and through thin.
"What'd ya do on the way here, The Cheat?" I said.
"Meh, meh meh me meh."
"Oh, so you came straight here, except for tripping Homestar in his Dumple comstume?"
"Meh."
"THE CHEAT IS INNOCENT! THE CHEAT IS INNOCENT!"
There went the subtle approarch.
"Meh meh?"
Well, what were we going to say? Obviously, The Cheat knew something was up. He'd asked us point blank what was going on. He was our friend, and we had to tell him that we knew.
