Strong Bad and Homestar Runner read CHYOA

Everybody loves the Homestar Runner. He is a terrific athlete.

One day, the Homestar Runner happened upon a strange website. He decided that the first person he should share it with was his long-time rival/some-the-times friend, Strong Bad.

And so he set off, tip-tapping away at his Arturo with a peculiar request.

SB: "Check-a-check-a-E-mail, E-mail pie! Check-a-check-a-E-mail, to the sky!"
Strong Bad opened his Lappier with a flourish and laid his eyes on the e-message that was sent to him.

"Dear Strong Bad," said the message, "I just found a weird website. Seriously, SB, you gotta see this. http://chyoa.com"

Strong Bad clicked into the link, and he was appalled! He went to Homestar's house to give him quite a scolding.

He wasn't in his bed.

Or in the kitchen.

Where the Homestar R--
Future!SB: "Sorry, no. We're not wasting 20 pages on this. Lemme tell the story from here." Strong Bad endeavored to take over as narrator for a line.
F!SB: "So anyway, he wasn't in his house. Trust me, I checked everywhere, and I saw some stuff that I'd rather not see. So I go to take a bath, and who do I find? None other than good old Dumbstar, laying in my bathtub in a skimpy little outfit."
F!DS: "It's true."

With the line over, the narration was returned to normal.

"Get out of my house!" spoke Strong Bad, irritated.

The Homestar Runner talked back: "Don't worry, Strong Bad. Homestar Runner is on the menu!"

"What do-" almost-replied Strong Bad. Interrupting him, Homestar said "Yes, that means Marzipan broke up with me again."

SB: "First of all, what are you doing in my bathtub? Second of all, what are you doing in MY bathtub?! Third of all, what the crap is this skin-tight skimpjob you have on!?"

DS: "You never responded to my e-mail about that cool site I found. Plus, I had to let you know I was on the-"

SB: "You say no more word talk!"

DS: "So, wanna check out that site together? Wink wink?"

SB: "Not with you in that freakin' outfit!"

DS: "Okay! Peow!"

And so, the Homestar Runner put on his star-printed shirt, rushed back to Strong Bad's house, and opened up the site on Strong Bad's fresh and innocent Lappier.

SB: "Homestar, I saw the freakin' site already! It's just a bunch of half-baked smut stories written by perverted virgins, loser nerds, and dorkwads like you. What makes you think I'd want to see this crap?"

DS: "Au the contraire, Strong Bad! It's like that Die, Dungeonguy game you're all the time talkin' about; "get ye flask" and all that. 'Cept this time, it's full of hot girls and guys!"

SB: "Whatever. If it'll get you out of my house sooner, I'll watch you play this crap."

DS: "Hooray!"