Strongbad_email.exe: Disc Four2005

E-mail:
[with Strong Bad reading] Dear STRONG bad, you are extremely awesome...

Strong Bad:
[stops reading] This, I know. [resumes reading]

E-mail:
...but how are you going to be soooo awesome if you'rre... [sic]... dead? why not make a time capsule of stuff filled with stuff about you to be opened in at least X0 years. please answer this, sam concord california

Strong Bad:
[typing response] Rest assured, Shim-Sham Sam, my time capsule would reign supreme. Like your hot single Mom is gonna wanna date my time capsule. So, the key to a good time capsule is it being an actual capsule. None of these shoe boxes or tennis ball cans. No. Those things are called time boxes and time tennis ball cans. Those are different and lame and differently lame. And they always get dug up in about 4 days. And they're filled with uncool stuff like those leaf rubbin's and current newspaper clippin's and... toenail snippin's? Anybody? Anyways, I'm talking about a f'real capsule. Y'know, like a big old headache medicine. So, what kinda cool stuff should I put in there? I guess I'd throw in a cassette tape with one of my #1 jams on it. And then in the future it'd be a huge hit and they'd send all the royalties and groupies back in time to me right... [mumbles for a second]... Now! [the doorbell rings] Holy gosh! It worked! I'm the meanest genius! [but to his disappointment, it's only Homestar]