Strongbad_email.exe: Disc Five2007

[Strong Bad continues his discussion on doing a portrait of himself]

Strong Bad:
I don't know anybody with a useless Master of Fine Arts degree, so I might have to settle for something a bit more, how you say, made by Strong Mad or The Cheat. [he goes to see The Cheat, who is noisily gnawing on a log to make a bust of Strong Bad]

Strong Bad:
Very... uh, slobbery, The Cheat. This isn't quite what I had in mind when you said "sculpture". You're really just... goin' to town there, aren't ya? I'm gonna leave you two alone.

[Strong Bad goes over to Strong Mad, who is making a portrait of Strong Bad out of macaroni and glitter]

Strong Bad:
Oh, nice work, Chef Boyardee! Like I couldn't have gone down to the kindergarten and hired a five-year-old to make me one of those... Except that sounds pretty creepy and I'd probably go to jail.

Strong Mad:
I'LL WAIT FOR YOU!