Place Ya Bets!
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The Deleteheads wager on SBEmail 200.
Cast (in order of appearance): Strong Sad, Strong Mad, The Cheat, Homestar Runner, Strong Bad
Places: Strong Sad's Room
Date: Monday, September 15, 2008
Running Time: 1:30
Page Title: Hot Action? Big Numbers?
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Transcript
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STRONG SAD: {rhythmic clapping in background} Everybody's just gonna feel sorry for ya. I mean {pats belly in time with clapping} I do.
{clapping stops}
STRONG SAD: Please be seatèd, delete heads. {chair scoot noises as Strong Sad sits} Now let's get right down to it! Sbemail 200 wagers, place ya bets! Place ya bets!
THE CHEAT: {The Cheat noises}
STRONG SAD: The Cheat's got fifty bucks says the Lappy doesn't make it out of email 200 alive! Any takers? Any takers?
STRONG MAD: DOUBLE DOWN!
STRONG SAD: Okay, hot money, hot money, big movers! Dan! We got a twenty percent chance this emails gonna be from a guy named Dan! Who wants in? Anybody? Nobody? Hot action? Big numbers? No? Moving on! Homestar's got half a G on {looks at notebook} Strong Bad not making it out alive?
HOMESTAR RUNNER: I dunno nothing about nothing.
STRONG BAD: {standing in doorway, holding a crate labelled Last week's claims with a box labelled Cat noses on top of it} Do any of you have even one iota that lives down the street from a clue about what you're talking about?
STRONG BAD: Uh, gambling?
THE CHEAT: {The Cheat noises}
STRONG MAD: HORSES!
STRONG BAD: Well I can tell you right now you're all way off! {walks away} Or I got fifty bucks that says you guys will continue to suck no matter what I do.
HOMESTAR RUNNER: {ominous music} We'll just see about that, old buddy, old pal. We'll just see. {zoom in on Homestar}
STRONG SAD: {music stops abruptly} Are those just candles with a drawing of a clock taped to them?
HOMESTAR RUNNER: Oh, um. Sorry guys I gotta catch this invisible secret elevator. {Homestar slowly lowers himself below the table} Boooooo.
STRONG SAD: How much you wanna bet he stays down there all week?
{The New Paper comes down, it reads Place your bets, people!}
