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{Monitor switches screen to 640x480 pure blankness. Eric falls from the top}

ERIC: {Falling} aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! {Hits ground}--Toast. {Pause, then he gets up} Great. I'm there again.

{Apoc appears from a portal}

APOC: Thanks GMan!

GMAN: {offscreen} No regrets.

APOC: Ummmm... kay.

{Homestar walks onscreen}

HOMESTAR: Who the cwap awe you? And why awe we in this whitey-space? {White background fades to FCUSA Field} That's bettewr.

ERIC: Wait. {Looks at GPS watch} Crap, we're on FCUSA? Wait, WHAT? I mean, WHAT??!?!! No, wait, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHTHTHTTHT?!?!?1/11/1@!#.12~çe. How on Earth is that possi-- Oh wait, we're on a VR machine, everything's possible. I want a Twinkie. {A Twinkie appears on Eric's hand, he eats it.}

HOMESTAR: Don't go virusy on me! {Kicks Eric, causing him to spit the half-eaten Twinkie on Apoc's face and fall on the ground.}

APOC: YAAAARGH! TWINKIES MAKE ME BREAK OUT IN HIVES!!! YAAAARGH! {Runs away.}

{Y2K teleports in.}

Y2K: Looks like there's a couple of targets here.

{Y2K disintegrates into Eric.}

ERIC: {overshadowed by Y2K} I are a idiota.

{Y2K reintegrates from Eric.}

Y2K: I always wanted to hear you say that, Eric.

ERIC: I'm not spanish, dumb computer virus!

HOMESTAR: Shuddup! Let's all go to the ice cream parlor!

ERIC: What 'bout Marshmellow Last Stand?

APOC: {runs onscreen} YAAARRRGHHH- oh, it's all gone now. TO THE STAND PLACE!

{Cut to Marshmellow's Last Stand. Everyone is around a table, each one with a marshmellow in front of him.}

ERIC: Soooo....

{Cut to words: "3 hours later", the cut back to same scene from before, except that only Eric's hand is seen hanging form the table, Apoc has fallen asleep, with about 5 cold ones around him}'

{The words "3 hours later-er" appear. Cut back to the same scene, Apoc and Eric are the same as before. Strong Sader materialises but is staticy and glitchy.}

STRONG SADER: {Voice alternates between slow and normal} Hey guys! Where's the p-pasta...

{Strong Sader materialises properly.}

STRONG SADER: Whoa. Dejà vu...

{a shadow appears from above and gradually grows to Stinkoman K's shape. Stinkoman K falls to the ground}

STINKOMAN K: {dull} Ooof. {stands} Is this, like, the second time this has happened? Aw, well. I'll just get the Marshmellow of the Day order. {walks to the counter}

{The words "3 hours later-er-er-er-er-er-er-er..." appear. Cut back to the same scene, Stinkoman K is sleeping on the floor by the table with marshmellow crumbs around him and three cold ones}

{Homsardude1 comes in}

HOMSARDUDE1: Hope this dosen't cause Wiki War II.

STINKOMAN K: {wakes up} Don' worry. We got Homestar characters in this 'un.

{Strong Mad pokes in}

STRONG MAD: THIS IS TRUUUUE!!!

STRONG SADER: Where's Gilbert?

{Gilbert bursts out of Strong Sader's chest like the Alien.}

GILBERT: I'm in here. You arn't going to die again are you?

STRONG SADER: Well, I will if I don't get medical attention!

HOMSAR R.: And awaaaaaaaaaaaay we go!

{Batman music}

{The words "Another 'Three hours later' time card" appear onscreen. Homsar R is now also laying on the table with everyone else. Strong Sader, not appearing to be in any pain, is standing with some of his organs hanging out.}

STRONG SADER: Why aren't I dead?

HOMSAR R.: {Muttering} You WANT to be dead?

STRONG SADER: Not really, but it does seem odd that someone with what is normally mortal injury has survived for three hours, doesn't it?

STINKOMAN K: We need something random here!

{the background changes to the Everybody Everybody Poster for three seconds, then it changes back.}

STRONG SADER: There must be something wrong with my file's coding, I'll just check it now.

{Strong Sader takes out a pocket computer and starts scanning himself.}

CHWOKA: {walks on-screen.} Hey, can you guys be quiet? It's 11 o' clock. Wait, on second thought, why are you still here? This place is closed...OH SHIZ. Apparently the plot is that we're stuck in Marshmallow's Last Stand. On third thought, why did I decide to set camp here? The mysteries keep on flowing.

ERIC: {Hand hanging from table falls} We... urgh... we should do {burp} something. I got an idea!

{Credits roll up, then back to last scene}

ERIC: Haha! got you! Ok, it's done now.

{Cut to "THE END." screen}

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