Con email.wue/56

Summary

Conchris gets a gibberish email, random time email/mail checking ensues

Cast (In order of appearance): Conchris, Homestar Runner, Cruril, The Homestar Runner, Cruril the 3rd, Captain Homestar, Chriscon, Cruroar

Date Created: 03 October 2005

Places: Conchris' Room, Cruril's Mailbox, The Blue Star, Chriscon's House

Transcript

CONCHRIS: {types in Conchris_owning_you_since_2005.exe} Have to check my email...

Dear Conchris,
What is your daily milk?
I mean, your gut is fat nachos!,
Go hurt a bush you soda!
Your crap,

Stong Sada (Strong Sader's Homsar counter-part)

CONCHRIS: What? This is pure gibberish! It got past my... gibberish... blocker.. Why don't you send an email to Conril? DELETED!

DELETED!!!

HOMESTAR RUNNER: {comes in} Hello Conchris!

CONCHRIS: Homestar? I thought you were sick?

HOMESTAR: Oh right! {starts groaning} Ugh...

CONCHRIS: Fine, I'll do your chores...again..

{Cut to Cruril's Mailbox}

CRURIL: Oh boy! Mail is great!

Dear Cruril,
What is your daily milk?
I mean, your gut is fat nachos!,
Go hurt a bush you soda!
Your crap,

Sicka Sama (Sicker Sam's Homsar counter-part)

CRURIL: What? This mail is utter gibberish. I dare say that this is not written in rather posh letters. The Homestar Runner, dispose of this insulting mail!

{The Homestar Runner eats the mail}

THE HOMESTAR RUNNER: Yum?

{Cut to The Blue Star}

CRURIL THE 3RD: Arr har! It's time to check me sea mail!

Dear Cruril the 3rd,
What is your daily milk?
I mean, your gut is fat nachos!,
Go hurt a bush you soda!
Your crap,

Cappy Saddinderth (Captain Sadersworth's Homsar counter-part)

CRURIL THE 3RD: SHIVER ME TIMBERS! Captain Homestar, make this walk the plank!

CAPTAIN HOMESTAR: Will do! {a splash is heard}

{Cut to Chriscon's house}

CHRISCON: {types in 'Chriscon_owning_you_since_2005.exe'} This challenge rules!

Dear Chriscon,
What is your daily milk?
I mean, your gut is fat nachos!,
Go hurt a bush you soda!
Your crap,

0-4D4 (5-3R's Homsar counter-part)

CHRISCON: {typing} What? Is this email asking for a challenge? I don't have daily milk and my gut isn't fat nachos. Okay, I'll go hurt a bush with my soda. I'm not crap! This is email is like it's asking for challenge or insulting me. {types in DELETED!!! but doesn't delete it} Prepare for a DOUBLE DEELLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

DOUBLE DELETED!!!

{Cut back to Conchris' Room, Cruroar is still in the bucket from last time}

CRUROAR: {crying noises, the computer in front of him is still BSoD.}

{The paper comes down, all crinkled with a distorted noise, 'Click Here to email Conchris.'}