Homsemails/fountain

Homsemail #4

The fate of the Tanpier.

Transcript
HOMSAR: Daa-aaa-aaah!

{email pops up}

Dear Mr. Hamsar, I'm a cookie with a whispering pineapple fountain. Do you have the fourty times? I do my shoe. With a racecar, The Laundry Police P.S. Soap is the new pantry, monster glue.

''{The computer blows up after two seconds. Homsar flies out onto the field. Homestar is there.}''

HOMESTAR RUNNER: Hey Mr. Hamsar, are you Superman? Cuz' you just flew 20 feet or so.

HOMSAR: Mine has a licorish, Daveeed! (The translator must've corrupted!) I'm voting for nine tablets! (Oh well. Until next time, everyone...)

{The Paper comes down.}