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== C1 ==
One Christmas Eve, the bitter wrestle man named Strong Bad was in a room counting his earnings when his dim-witted nephew, Homestar ran in.

"Merry Christmas, uncle!" he said.

"Go away." said Strong Bad dryly.

"To where, I might add?"

"Add to what?"

"To what, I might add?"

Strong Bad shook his head then continued on.

"Just...go home." he concluded.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I forgot where I live." replied Homestar.

"Again?"

"So, uncle, how is this Christmas treating you?"

"Like your comprehension of life, it sucks."

"There hasn't been any joy to you, yet?"

"Well, I did make more than $70, which I got to before you interrupted me with your merry crap."

"Christmas is crap? I thought it was at least a humbug!"

"And when did anything you think was right?"

"You make a good point there, uncle, and I will proceed to make a better point by walking out of here with a Merry Christmas!"

"And I'll escort you out."

And with that, Strong Bad opened the door for Homestar to walk out of.

"And a happy new-"

Strong Bad slammed the door on Homestar before he got to finish his sentence and went back to counting his money. After a few minutes, a horn was heard.

"Oh, what now?" said Strong Bad annoyed.

The Cleric walked into the room with the Hornblower.

"The King has a message for all the people in town!" said the Cleric.

"Can you tell him to shove it?" replied Strong Bad.

"I will, but first, I want to to hear the actual message."

"Fine, but it better be pretty freakin' important."

The Cleric opened up his scroll and started reading.

"The King has started up a foundation to help all the poor people in the world. We would very much appreciate a donation from your lovely self to give to the needy." he read.

"Can I look at that scroll?" requested Strong Bad.

"Sure."

Strong Bad took the scroll and took out his BMW Lighter and burned the scroll to ashes.

"That's what I think of his so-called organization!" shouted Strong Bad.

"But, sir, all these people in the world have left to hold onto is their joy. And if they lose that, they would be better off dead." said the Cleric.

"Then let them die. If you expect any sympathy from me, then you wasted your precious time."

"Don't you at least want them to have a real Christmas?"

"I think it's time for you to leave. You're breathing up all my air."

The Cleric, knowing that he couldn't persuade Strong Bad any further, started to walk out the door with the Hornblower. Then, he stopped and turned.

"I just have one last word for you."

Strong Bad slammed the door in the Cleric's face before the cleric could say anything more. He locked the door this time and went back to his desk. After he finished, Strong Bad put on his coat and left. When he was near his house, Strong Bad was greeted by sad kids, holding cups.

"Merry Christmas." the kids said sadly as they held out the cup.

Strong Bad looked at them for a moment, spit in the cup, and walked into his house.

"Oh, not again." complained the sad kids.

Strong Bad ate his dinner, got into his nightclothes, and went to bed. Strong Bad couldn't sleep, though. He had the strangest feeling that he wasn't alone. He tried to disregard it, but the feeling stuck like glue. Strong Bad thought he heard sounds, but he believed it was just his imagination.

"Crap." muttered Strong Bad.

Strong Bad got up and looked around. Then, something caught his eye. He saw Pom Pom's reflection in the mirror! But no, Pom Pom died years ago. It must have been a coincidence. At least, that's what Strong Bad thought as he walked back to his bed. For the next few minutes, everything was peaceful again. Then, Strong Bad heard footsteps.

"What now?" he inquired.

Strong Bad walked to the door and opened it, and what he saw come in gave him a shocked look for a few seconds.

"Pom Pom?"

Standing right in front of Strong Bad was Pom Pom's ghost. He looked the exact same, with the pill-like and the ball-like body. The only difference was that he was more transparent, as you could see right through him. Strong Bad couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What do you want with me?" asked Strong Bad.

Pom Pom spoke in a bubble-like manner, that only the residents of Free Country, USA could understand.

"Who are you? Or who were you?"

Pom Pom bubbled. Strong Bad looked at Pom Pom doubtfully. Pom Pom bubbled again.

"No, I don't believe in you. My senses are obviously fooling me."

Pom Pom bubbled.

"It must have been the soy sauce."

And with that, Pom Pom kicked Strong Bad into his bed and bubbled again. Strong Bad got back up.

"OK, already! I believe in you! But why are there spirits here, anyway?"

Pom Pom bubbled. Strong Bad trembled a little.

"Pom Pom, what else are you hiding?" he asked.

Pom Pom bubbled.

"You sound troubled, Pom Pom. You must be hiding something"

Pom Pom, getting annoyed, kicked Strong Bad again, with him getting back up again.

"Ow! Will you stop doing that?"

Pom Pom pointed at Strong Bad and bubbled.

"I'm going to be haunted by three spirits. And you expect me to believe that?"

Pom Pom bubbled.

"Separate nights? Can't you do them all in one night? I need by beauty sleep."

Pom Pom laughed.

"I wasn't joking." said Strong Bad angrily.

Pom Pom bubbled some more then the window opened as he flew out. Strong Bad ran to the window to see where he was going, but Pom Pom was nowhere to be seen.

"Three spirits. Just a bunch of crap."

With that, Strong Bad closed the window and went back to bed, falling asleep instantly.