Strongbad_email.exe: Disc Six2008

E-mail:
[with Strong Bad reading] Dear Strongbad, what do you want for Decemberween? your holiday spirit Talon Jendro, Des Moines, IA. [Strong Bad does not read "Des Moines, IA"]

Strong Bad:
[typing response] Where'd you get that name? George Lucas? Ta'lon J'en-dr'o from the computery generated planet of Des' Moi-nes'ia. Anyways, everybody knows the kind of stuff I want, Ta'lon. A catapult that launches balls of cobras, chainsaw car, subscription to EGM2, hot step-sister. That email writes itself. It's more important that I establish what I *don't* want for Decemberween. [Cut to Strong Bad and Marzipan on a shopping channel] Our first item is a perennial all-star of bad awful Decemberween presents: the ornament

Marzipan:
There's no better way to say, "I have no idea what your interests are" than to give someone a present that ceases to be useful the moment it's opened.

Strong Bad:
Yes, there's nothing like opening a gift just in time to put it in a box in the attic for a year. And next Decemberween, when you get it back out, guess what? It's still just a cool snowman surfing the Internet.

Marzipan:
Internet is *so* hot this year. [a phone rings]

Strong Bad:
Oh, we got a caller. [he puts an empty hand next to his head] Go ahead, caller. How many F-R-one-one-four-P-D-C-eights should I put you down for?

Strong Sad:
[on the "phone"] Strong Bad, did you put wildebeest pheromones in my laundry again? [wildebeest noises are heard over the phone] Augh! [the dial tone is heard]

Strong Bad:
Another satisfied customer.