Halloween Oh '15/Have Reality-Altering Remote Control, Will Travel

For the second time, Strong Bad travels throughout numerous realities. Except this time, it doesn't go as well as planned...

See Have Reality-Altering Remote Control, Will Travel Costumes for more information on what everybody was wearing.

Transcript
''{The toon begins like a Strong Bad Email, except Strong Bad is in costume. Strong Bad checks his email as normal on the Compe. His wallpaper is of him using a knife to cut open a random trick-or-treaters Halloween bag}''

STRONG BAD: Checking email, checking email! Checking email, checking email!

What up, sexy?

Do you have any idea what happened to the unused characters? Champeen? Homeschool Winner? The Unguraits?

Your homey,

Raster0fMandomness87

''{Strong Bad says "Oh, this is one for the scrapbook." after "What up, sexy?". When he gets to the rejected character names, he starts reading them increasingly louder and more confusingly, eventually simply stopping halfway through "The Unguraits" and writing his response immediately after that.}

STRONG BAD: First of all Ray-stare zero-ef, your parents must have really liked the internet to give you that name. It was clearly meant to suit the possibility of your becoming a basement-dweller. {clears screen} Second, if there really were "rejected characters" in my life, you would have been the first. I mean, you said the one true thing anyone has ever had the guts to say, but then you started forcing your own crappy self-inserts into your actual question? I mean, look at how blatantly self-insert your little characters are. "Champagne" is clearly what your parents drunk a lot of while raising you. "Homeschool Winner" is a perfect summary of you. And "The Unguraints"...I don't know what that is, but it's YOU, PUNK. It's only been me and the ten other guys for as long as I can remember. Except for that time that guy Homsar came out of nowhere exactly when it was convenient to make fun of some dude's typo, but fortunately that will never happen again. All in all, this constitutes a...everybody say it with me...DELETED!

{he hits enter to delete the email, but nothing happens.}

STRONG BAD: Oh right. It's one of those. 6 years is more than enough time to forget these things.

''{a long and tedious process of Strong Bad putting the email into the Compe's recycle bin instead ensues. When it's finally done he leaves the chair to go play some video games. Cut to Strong Bad's room, where he and The Cheat are playing a game.}

STRONG BAD: That's it? Just because I was slightly late finishing the game, I don't get to see that hot girl without the robotic suit? This game sucks!

THE CHEAT: {subtitled} I know! We don't need to be reminded gamers are lonely nerd!

STRONG BAD: This game freaking sucks! I've had more fun playing with -

STRONG SAD: {offscreen} Uhh, Strong Bad, you'd better take a look at this.

STRONG BAD: And yet somehow, it's still better than Gron Sad.

{opening titles}

STRONG SAD: {offscreen} I was up in the attic-

STRONG BAD: Wait, we have one of those things?

STRONG SAD: {offscreen} YES! Anyway, I was up there to fake my own death, when I pressed thus button thingy, and it sent my to a world where all air simply did not exist. {happily} It was the happiest minute of my life. {normal voice} I landed on the button just in time to get back to the present, but I still want to know exactly what the heck it was.

''{cut to the attic. The background is very slightly distorted, but otherwise it looks just like any other attic. Nothing is in it but Strong Sad and the button. Strong Bad enters}''

STRONG BAD:Oh yeah...that. I bought it from Bubs the other day. He said it could alter reality at the simple touch of the button. He was giving them away because they made good Halloween decorations.

STRONG SAD: So, let me get this straight. He invented something that could very will change the fate of humanity, and he's using it for nothing more than an expensive kaleidoscope?

STRONG BAD: He says if he got any more famous PETA'd look into what he puts in his hot dogs.

{TO BE CONTINUED}