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01. Fear
"You know...we only have two years left."
Marzipan nodded pensively. "Yes, but we don't have to be scared about it."
Strong Bad looked at her incredulously. "But our world's practically crumbling around us! How is that not something to be scared about—"
"Strong Bad?" she cut in.
"Yeah?"
"You do realize that it's just the Flash site that's going defunct, right? We're still going to make it out alive. I mean, we're on YouTube now and we've got the new site as well."
Strong Bad pulled his knees to his chest and pouted. "Yeah, yeah..." he grumbled. "It still sucks though."
02. Goodbye
Even if he was rude and, quite frankly, really annoying, Marzipan still couldn't help but feel a little sad when he'd leave after their weekly baking lesson.
03. Drinks
Strong Bad stuck his head in Marzipan's fridge and noisily rummaged through it. "Uh, Marzipan?"
"Yes?"
"Where do you keep the Cold Ones? All that's in here is this weird, chunky, green milk."
"Those are my vegetable smoothies, Strong Bad."
"...What?"
04. Sand
"Whatcha doing?"
"Buildin' a super cool sand fortress."
Marzipan bent down to look at the mound of sand in front of Strong Bad with pity. "Doesn't look much like a fortress to me."
"It's not finished yet."
05. Choice
"So what do you think would be funnier? A prank that involves stuffing Homestar's pillow cases with a bunch of enraged and hungry scorpions or a prank that's basically the same as that one but with vengeful, rabid chinchillas instead?"
Marzipan looked up from her newspaper to see the excited wrestler. "Hm, how about neither?" She returned her attention to her paper and frowned. "You're usually much more creative than this..."
06. Surprise
"Did I ever tell you? Cool Tapes and Limozeen once planned a collab."
Strong Bad spat out his drink, rudely spewing it all over Marzipan's table. "You're lying."
Marzipan frowned. "No, I'm not. As a matter of fact, I was supposed to play an instrumental part in their big comeback," she replied defensively.
"Yeah, well you didn't, did you?"
The blonde straightened in her seat. "Well, I would have! But..." She sunk back into her chair. "...I kind of...didn't call them back."
Strong Bad leaned back in his chair and looked at the woman with disdain. "Wow. You were so close to impressing me and then you freakin' blew it." He shook his head. "So close."
07. Help
"All right, before we begin we need to get the ingredients."
"Already on it," Strong Bad said as he made his way to one of Marzipan's cupboards. As he reached for the flour, he realized that it was just a few inches too high. "Crap," he muttered.
"What's wrong—" Marzipan whirled around to see Strong Bad standing on the tips of his toes straining to reach anything that was within the cupboard. "Do you need help?" she asked, barely stifling a laugh.
The masked man growled. "No, I don't!" He snatched a chair, placed it under the cupboard and proceeded to climb on top of it. "I don't need no freakin' help," he grumbled as he stormed his way back with the flour.
"If it makes you feel any better, I also have to use a chair to—"
"Can we just bake the stupid cake already?"
08. Cut
"Marzipan, I'm telling you, it's fine!"
The woman pulled the wrestler's bleeding arm towards her. "No, it's not. If you leave it unattended, it could get infected!"
Strong Bad groaned as Marzipan put a brightly colored bandage over the cut. His brothers were never going to let him live this down.
09. Nature
Strong Bad wasn't really into nature. Sure, he occasionally went outside for email related purposes or maybe to play some badminton or to mess about in Strong Badia. But other than that he was always indoors. It wasn't that nature was awful or anything, he just preferred being in front of a computer or a TV screen with a controller in hand. But if Marzipan wanted to go bird watching, then he was going bird watching.
10. Realization
"You've been hanging out with Marzipan a lot lately. Are you two friends?"
"NO, WE ARE NOT FRIENDS!" Strong Bad shouted. "We just bake together and host a shopping channel together and—" Strong Bad's rant grew slower and quieter. "—hang out with each other and talk...and...oh no."
Homestar smiled. "Aww, you do like each other! How swee—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Strong Bad swiftly punched the athlete, shutting him up.