Homestarrunner.com: Everything Else, Volume 12005

Homestar Runner:
[on Marzipan's Answering Machine] Okay, so after a second listening under the tutelage of Pom Pom's keen ears, it appears that you were asking me to go to Richway and pick up some Hefty bags, not to go away and pick up sticks. And now that I think about it, I don't really know what that would have meant even if you had said that. So the best thing to do is to go back and not listen to that message, and then we've got nothing to worry about. Oh, wait, in fact... [He makes backwards sounding noises] Okay, there. I think I reversed it. [Pom Pom is heard bubbling] What? What do you mean that doesn't work? Oh, crap. [He races to Marzipan's house with a tape full of fake messages] All's I gotta do is switch out the tapes, and none will be the wiser.

[Homestar places the tape full of fake messages into the answering machine]

Homestar Runner:
[message greeting; doing a poor imitation of Marzipan] Oh, hey, this is Marzipan... and, um... leave a message after my beeps. Beep.

Homestar Runner:
[message four; doing a poor imitation of Strong Bad] Oh, hey, Marzipan, this is Strong Bad. Um, go around... go around with doo-doo on your head... 'cause it'd be funny. Okay, bye. Beep.

Homestar Runner:
[message three; doing a poor imitation of Coach Z without the accent] Hey there, Marzipan. This is Coach Z. I was just wonderin' why you weren't at field hockey practice today. Um... great job. Oh, I mean... great *job*. Oh, I mean... great JOB. Boop.

Homestar Runner:
[message two; doing a poor imitation of Strong Sad] Oh, hey Marzipan this is Strong Sad. Um... some animal died. Boop.

Homestar Runner:
[message one; doing a poor imitation of himself] Hey there, Marzipan, this is your boyfriend, Homestar Runner. You're the best girlfriend I ever had. Let's have a marriage. Let's have a marriage license. Okay, bye. Boop.