Sbemailiarized EP!

[forgoodorforawesome]

o/` Hello, email, my old friend
Strong Bad's checkin' you again... o/`

]strongbad_email.exe
Dear Strong Bad,
Why come you and The Cheat never go in Milliways anymore? Are you too famous, or just too busy?
Mournfully munful,
Austin
Chambersburg, PA

Make up your mournful mind, mister! Are you in Austin, Tejas, or this Chambersburg place?

But anyways, nobody's too busy or too famous for that place. We just haven't had a good enough reason lately.

Guess who's inna bar that hasn't been in a while? And one of them's even singing.

"o/` Sweet, sweet The Cheat
Today is the date on your fake ID
Let's get to Milliways
And have us a party! o/`"

How's that for an entry post? And who knows? Maybe Diggy and that not-his-girlfriend of his will show up, or the old guy Jedi, or Samurai Hacker. Remember, a better Milliways depends on YOU!

Sbemailiarized Entertainment™ © ® LLC,,. LJ.

[One mun, at least two pups. Requests for the other four cheerfully taken.

Tags that have to be's tiny: Annabelle Newfield, Jennifer Landers]

Comments

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"Wait, did I just watch a Strong Bad email or not?" a confused Homestar asks.

[forgoodorforawesome]

"All I can say for sure is that we didn't just watch a Hremail." Strong Bad returns his attention to spackling the fourth wall.

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think so. Arturo's not around."

Look left. Look right.

"So does that mean we're having a party?"

[ilko_skevuld]

"That's sure what I heard him say. BIG AMERICAN PARTY!"

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"Cool. Say, we gonna want several million donuts (http://www.homestarrunner.com/doughnutstand.html) for this pwaughty?"

[forgoodorforawesome]

"I dunno about several million, but several thousand might be a good idea. And several hundred would definitely not be a bad one. Why don't you go talk to the nice Bar about that?"

[Confession: Strong Bad wanted to come in and gloat over the events of Donut unto Others, but the mun got all squeamish about such a thing.]

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"But mines is homemade!" he says, producing a spoon out of nowhere.

[forgoodorforawesome]

"Oooh, good pernt there. Okay then, knock yourself out. Not necessarily literally, but if it happens, it happens."

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"Yes sir!" he says, saluting with the spoon and then getting to work on several million donuts.

Humming the theme to Inspector Gadget.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle would appreciate a meeting with Michael and Jennifer, as she hasn't seen them in ages.

At the moment, she's sipping coffee in an out of the way booth as she considers a crossword puzzle. (Bar seems to feel that she should improve her non-profane vocabulary.)

[md_donighal]

As continuity would have it, a man in a gray suit approaches from one direction, and a girl in casual clothes bodyslides in from another.

[aeons_crackshot]

"Hello Michael, Jennifer! I haven't seen either of you in ages, how have you been?"

[slidingjennifer.livejournal.com]

"Oh, pretty much the same. Sometimes the time gets away from us."

"And sometimes," Michael chimes in, "it's space getting other people away from us. Speaking of, have you spoken to Gordon and Alyx about their adventures?"

"Is it safe to talk to Alyx about hers?" Jennifer asks. "Michael told me what Gordon told him, and, well... I remember right after Hiram got killed, I wasn't fit company for man, beast nor neocon."

[aeons_crackshot]

"I was going to ask if you knew they were back. I got a few details from Gordon, that the City was destroyed and Alyx's father was killed, but I didn't want to press him for information."

"I talked to Alyx, but we didn't discuss what happened back home. I gave her a rather belated Christmas present, and then we were wrapped up in discussing whether it could be modified to shoot those energy orb things that the Elite's used."

[md_donighal]

"You've got the gist of it, then, but there's one minor-yet-important detail Gordon may have omitted to mention: That Thing showed its poor imitation of a face again. It claimed to have saved baby Alyx from Black Mesa, which just about makes up for it having played a pivotal role in triggering the fucking resonance cascade in the first place."

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle's expression goes cold and dangerous, "Another move in whatever game it's playing. A game where we don't know the rules, the players, or the objectives."

She grimaces, "At least those things Gordon called Advisors can probably be dealt with by more ordinary means."

[md_donighal]

"Probably. If they're not pinning you to the wall with pure psychic force. Or if you happen to have attacks that don't rely on being able to move your arms.

"And I'm not sure there are 'players', plural. Just one player playing both ends against the middle and somehow managing not to get squeezed. I remember you said you accused it of orchestrating the embuggery of Gordon's world; it appears that headshake was over the futility of your attempts to kill it after all."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Or you're out of range. I picked up a few sniper rifles that can punch through the plating on the lighter armored vehicles of its home universe. I intend to find out if the damn space maggots are bulletproof." Annabelle is presuming that if she can't kill them with bullets, no one else is likely to manage it.

"There's got to be a way to bring that thing to heel." Annabelle manages to imbue 'thing' with the feel of the vilest epithets she knows. Annabelle's hatred of the G-man is very personal by this point.