
Strong Bad sat at his computer. “Email song is the song of LOOOVE” He smacked the enter key with his big boxing glove hands.
Dear Strong Bad,
The Homestarmy has become aware of your plan to invade our peaceful nation and we will not stand for it! You will soon taste the wrath of orange bowls and wooden spoons! No amount of badminton will be able to stop us! So know now. We will be ready for you!
Sewiously yours,
Homestar Runner
“Well, I wasn’t planning on a war... But whatever! Yeah this sounds like fun. Let me rustle up my team and let’s get to woik!” Strong Bad jumped out of his seat with that old familiar chair scoot and dashed out of his room.
Meanwhile, Homestar was giving a pep talk.
“Are you gonna let that two-bit wrestle man win? Or are you gonna do your duty for the Homestarmy?”
“YEAH!” came the cheer from the crowd.
“Are you ready to hand over your life or your five bucks for your colonel if you are called to do so?”
“YEAH!”
“Do you HAS??”
… “Oh, sorry.” There was a noticeable click of a tape player- “YEAH!”
“Then get out there and make me proud!”
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