Strongbad_email.exe: Disc Four2005

Strong Bad:
[showing off a pair of electric boots] No fewer than eight lights flashing at any given time, whisper quiet, and, uh, check out that guy dancing with that hot girl. That's gonna be me at the club, and the hot girl will be The Cheat... er, I mean, an actual hot girl. [talking like guy in question] Hey there, fruit pie... the magician. Wanna dance? [talking like hot girl in question] Yes, I would like to be your girlfriend based solely on your awesome boots! [puts on boots, while The Cheat stands near an empty socket under the computer desk] All right, The Cheat, let's do this.

The Cheat:
[the Cheat noises] [the Cheat plugs in boots, causing the lights on it to come on and a loud, vacuum-cleaner-like humming to start]

Strong Bad:
[shouting over the noise] WHOA! CHECK OUT THOSE LIGHTS! THEY'RE FLASHING!

The Cheat:
[questioning The Cheat noises, loudly, while covering his ears]

Strong Bad:
I SAID, CHECK OUT THE FLASHING LIGHTS!

The Cheat:
[more questioning The Cheat noises; leaves]

Strong Bad:
HEY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WAIT UP! [follows after The Cheat, but stops when he reaches the end of his cord] I'M GONNA NEED AN EXTENSION CORD! [sits at his computer; typing] Attention all interested ladies: Please have electrical sockets installed every five feet before inviting me over to your apartment or dormroom. So, I guess I'm awe... [suddenly, the power goes out, startling Strong Bad] SOME IS THE REASON WHY! [continues typing despite power outage] Whoa. I guess these boots suck up a lot of energy. Maybe that's what "solid state" means. I suppose I can stop typing now.