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STRONG BAD: {singing} I don't know but I've been told, E-mail's best when it don't scroll!

Dumbest Law

Hey Strong Bad!
What's the dumbest law the King of Town has ever passed?
Dont you think youd be a better ruler than the King of
Town?
Your pal, Roy T. Castle Hill.

{Strong Bad pronounces "dont" as dahnt and "youd" as ya-ood}

STRONG BAD: Well, Roytee, it goes without saying that I'd be a better ruler than the King of Town. {clears screen} But seriously, who wants that job? Stuck in a castle all day, stuck making dumb laws, probably stuck in the bathtub... no thanks, man. {cut to over the shoulder shot of Strong Bad} And the King of Town's mostly harmless. Sure he's stupid looking, {cut to drawing of the King of Town on a sheet of notebook paper, his Dumb Crown, Cheesy Beard, Stupid Red Robe and Fatness are labelled} as this scientific diagram illustrates, but he stays out of my business, and that lazy faire approach to government is a welcome alternative. {Strong Bad looks at the camera} Ooh, I think I'd like to the lazy fair.

THE KING OF TOWN: {standing in the doorway, theme music begins to play} Aha! Caught you red gloved-ed.

STRONG BAD: The King of Town?! How'd you get in here?

THE KING OF TOWN: In flagrant disregard of my new e-mail tax, eh? One Creamy Ding snack cake for every e-mail sent or received!

STRONG BAD: {cut to Strong Bad} E-mail tax?! {zoom in} Flagrant?! {zoom in} Creamy ... {zoom in} Ding?!

THE KING OF TOWN: Oh, so you refuse to pay? Poopsmith, administer the collar of obedience!

{The Poopsmith climbs in through the window, wearing the municipality armor and clubs Strong Bad off of Stooly to the floor}

STRONG BAD: What are you doing?! Hey, cut that out! {overlapping} Ow! My freedom!

THE KING OF TOWN: You are under house arrest. You have the right to bribe me. {cut to Strong Bad, who is now wearing a metal collar with a flashing red light} Anything you offer will be eaten by me whether cooked or raw. {cut to exterior shot of front door, showing a pulsating electronic security gate, bearing matching lights to Strong Bad's collar} Try walking past that fence downstairs, and blammo! Hope you weren't attached to that head. And one more thing, {The King of Town takes and eats Strong Bad's map from the previous game}

STRONG BAD: My map! I need that!

THE KING OF TOWN: This'll make sure you stay put until you can pay up! Now let's ride, Poopsmith! Gotta go collect on my new Pour-a-Bag-of-Jellybeans-Down-My-Gullet tax! {The King of Town exits. The Poopsmith follows, crouching behind his shield and walking backwards out of the room}

STRONG BAD: House arrest? Aw man, this is the worse thing to happen to my style in a long line of bad things happening to my style. I gotta find a way outta here, and give that uncharacteristically oppresive King of Town a serious mustahce pounding.