User:Sir Strong Bad
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The Sneak relies soley on his stealth and looks | The Sneak relies soley on his stealth and looks | ||
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or "The Fieldman" of our team of ruffians. He can | or "The Fieldman" of our team of ruffians. He can | ||
also be used as a functional explosive during certain | also be used as a functional explosive during certain | ||
heists due to his uncanny ability to... umm... explode. | heists due to his uncanny ability to... umm... explode. | ||
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[[Image:Sneak_Head_Explosion1.PNG|thumb|center|220px|Yes... Quite a head scratcher, I say.]] | [[Image:Sneak_Head_Explosion1.PNG|thumb|center|220px|Yes... Quite a head scratcher, I say.]] | ||
Revision as of 01:16, 17 November 2005
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Attention all carpet baggers!
Greetings, my future inhabitants of Free Country USA! Read on for an important message from THE PAST!
It is I! Sir Strong Bad! I am contacting you from the year 1938! With some assistance from my swindly cohort The Sneak, I have managed to rig my telegramophone to send these electronic messages and photographs through the airwaves of time to reach your time period, I have!
If anybody could contact me by sending me an electronic reply, I would be oh so grateful! I dare say I am rather new at this newfounded electronic communication system.
Now continue reading for a briefing on the masterminds behind this smashing breakthrough!
The Mustachioed Menace Himself... Me!
Greetings all of you carpet-baggers! It is I! Sir Strong Bad! I shake you firmly by the hand! Check me out to the right! How handsome can one chap be, I ask?
But aside from the handsomeness, who really is the guy behind the mask? Why, that's the kind of inquiry that will earn you a severe pummeling by The Strong Man! I wear no mask! That's my dome, I say! And if a question is posed that inquires about my gentlemen's sport gloves, why I just might give you a thrashing, I will!
I say, I pretty much run the progrum around the hideout. I develop the intricately detailed plans for the for the gang's various misdeeds, I do. I guess you could call me "The Brains" of our operations. Yes... I like the sound of that!
I also enjoy a good dose of chewing powder every now and then. So much so, that I have incorporated my likeness onto a box of chewing powders along with my name! Strong Bad's Flavor Taste Style Chewing Powders! Enjoy a tin today and whisk away the worries!
My Partners in Meddling
THE STRONG MAN
This here is my eldest sibling. The Strong Man. He is how you would say, "The Brawn" of our batch of skinflints. While his grasp on English verbalization is rather loose, The Strong man could easily toss a 1936 All-Weather Cabriolet into your domecile and whip your bells off in the process! Hahaha! He'll show you whats for!
THE SNEAK
Ahhh, yes! The Sneak! My right hand man in all swindling and mischief! The Sneak relies soley on his stealth and looks to get away with the countless crimes we commit daily, such as stealing fresh jam! Hahaha! He is how you might say, "The Thief" or "The Fieldman" of our team of ruffians. He can also be used as a functional explosive during certain heists due to his uncanny ability to... umm... explode.
The Hideout
This newly refurnished location you see before you is the domecile of our group of dapper swindlers! This area is home to our limited supply of high-tech equipment... which is currently no more than my telegramophone.
The Telegramophone is the pinnacle of electronic communication. At a light and manageable 63 pounds, it is ideal for the preparing of durragatory comments to be launched towards unsuspecting buffoons! Yes, I say! Bwahahaha!
And one more thing! Absolutely No Loafing is Permitted on hideout grounds! The Strong Man will subject you to a bludgeoning if such nonsense is attempted!
