RiffText/SSXMails/BHZ/Expandization

WILL BE FORMATTED LATERBefore

LIGHTNING GUY: Didn't even bother trying to separate the crap.
MR. CLOUD: There's lazy, and then there's lazy. It's a wonder how this guy gets out of bed in the morning.

I start, I'll annoucne 6 new characters that have been added to SSXMails.

MR. CLOUD: Does announcning hurt?

Depressio Coach Z Mr. Teatime Homestar of Light Gir Da_Burninator

If you have been chosen, but do not want to star, just tell me. If you do want to star, but was not chosen, I will try to fit you in.

LIGHTNING GUY: This won't go horribly wrong at all.

And now, the moment you've probably not waited for, SSXMail 20!

LIGHTNING GUY: Probably.

a>run_SSXMail20.exe

a>Dear Super Sonic X,

What does the 'X' stand for?

MR. CLOUD: In the United States, the X originally referred to a non-trademarked rating that indicated a film contained content that was not suitable for minors, such as extreme violence or explicit sex, and thus was for adults only.
LIGHTNING GUY: Examples include any film starring your mother.

Confused at your letter/roman numeral, Depressio

SSX looks to the right. All of a sudden, Depressio, Coach Z, Mr. Teatime, Homestar of Light,, Gir, and Da_Burninator appear.

SSX: Woah! I thought this was an uninhabitable wasteland!

MR. CLOUD: That perfectly explains how you're in it.

How did you guys get here?

HoL: Budget

LIGHTNING GUY: BUDGE IT

cuts!

SSX: Ok, whatever. Well, I guess you six are a part of SSXMails now.

MR. CLOUD: Actually, we just had to use the men's room.
LIGHTNING GUY: "I only have a lady's room." Cue awkward pause.

DB: Hey, can I still be, uh, cool in here?

SSX: Did you say...I'm not cool?

MR. CLOUD: Are you saying you are?

DB: Not really. I mean, it's real crowded in here. It doesn't really seem like I have room to show off, and make really cool poses.

LIGHTNING GUY:

SSX: Well, there's still the empty room, by which I mean, the garage.

DB runs outside, and puts a huge sign on the garage reading "DB's room".

MR. CLOUD: I hope you enjoy getting run over every morning.

HoL: Hey, was that a huge, walkning,

LIGHTNING GUY: Is that like announcning?

stack of brownies, or a huge bendi straw?

Teatime: That was a dragon, you idiot!

MR. CLOUD: Hey, we do the insult throwing around here! Who does he think he is?

HoL: I know, can you be-

Teatime: WILL YOU JUST STOP TALKING?

MR. CLOUD: {takes off his earrings} Oh, now it's on!

HoL: What? I just said 2 lines.

Depressio jabs HoL in the stomach.

LIGHTNING GUY: Yawn.

Teatime: ......

MR. CLOUD: Choking or something?

Thanks.

SSX walks up to the computer, to se Gir downloading episodes of Invader ZIM.

LIGHTNING GUY: Oh, right. Because he's a character. On the show.

SSX: What are you doing?

Gir: It's a late christmas present. 10 ZIM episodes! YAY!

LIGHTNING GUY: This sounds so much like Gir.

SSX: Hey, this doesn't look like my computer!

SSX finds his computer in the trash.

MR. CLOUD: Right where it belongs.

Gir:....That's the other present!

LIGHTNING GUY: He didn't want it either.

SSX walks down to the garage to see how DB is doing.

D_B is making cardboard figures of himself in various poses.

SSX: What are you doing?

MR. CLOUD: Making cardboard figures of himself in various poses, maybe?

DB: I'm saving my cool poses and recreating them.

DB's cardboard poses are drawn in horribly.

SSX: So, that's what happens when you take him away from Protoshop.

LIGHTNING GUY: Protoshop? Sounds like one of those weird hairstyling packages.

Well, I should probably answer the email now.

SSX and DB return to the Computer Room.

SSX: Ok, Depressio. The X in my name stands for Xtremgrolngrahlemgrohsngroomerlanscgranpsxcreandoborinchughelasnograshpornaglenmorbonohjkanghelnmorkchsacerdertryinuhgreanfdoanfraeangroanglopersnoopcanholber.

MR. CLOUD: Simple enough.

Or ten. Also, I have a word of advice. NEVER REPEAT THAT WORD AGAIN, EVER! Well, that's pretty much it. But, I'm not goona be lazy and end it right here.

Gir: Why not?

LIGHTNING GUY: Because he hates us all.

SSX: Because I'm ending it here.

The paper comes down.