Other Character Email Saargtsson/nebulon

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Saargtsson E-mail 13 - nebulon

Summary - Clash of the 20X6 Titans whose names end in "on".

Cast (in order of appearance) - Saargtsson, Nebulon, Astromunds, Fiery-Hot, Poorbts, Piedmonts, Chorch, 1-Up (easter egg)

Page Title - GIMME AN F, I, E, GIMME A RY, THREE, EXTYSIX!!

Transcript

SAARGTSSON: {singing} This eeeee-mail sooooong's not BAAAASED on Niiiiightwiiiish...

{He opens his e-mail. He reads it. Word for word. Again. Like always. I just don't understand WHY I must TELL you OVER and OVER and OOOVER...}

Dear Saargtsson,
This is Nebulon. I was wondering if you'd like
to join forces. I have skiils that you don't have,
like the ability to move without pouncing
or bouncing.
Hopefully,
Nebulon

SAARGTSSON: {Pronounces "skiils" as "skiles"} {typing} Well, apparently one of those skiils isn't spelling, Nebulon... and then there's the fact that no one... well... um... you know. {stops typing} Okay, I'll admit it, I'm trying not to use any over-used jokes any more. Use. I mean, a whatever-it-is-I-am's gotta have standards... I've had an... epiphanty ever since that whole slob incident. I'M A NEW ME!! I'M THE HUMP!!! ...Yeah. Um, where was I? {clears screen and starts typing again}. Well, Mr. Ebulon, you've got quite a lot of central nervous system to think you can call yourself better than the Almighty ME! You have skills I don't have... yeah, right. I can tell you that you have a STYLE that I don't have, and guess what? NO ONE... UM... else... has it... either? And HEY! I CAN move without pouncing or bouncing!! How do you think I've been moving throughout the course of my e-mail pwningness? {stopping typing...} I CAN FLOAT, YOU KNOW!!! {The camera zooms out and Saargtsson floats above his computer} FLOAT! FLOAT! FLOATING! FLOAT! {He sits back down, clears the screen, and starts typing again.} Ugh, now you've got me all flustered, Mr. Style-That-No-One-Li...ma...Beans? No one lima beans... your... style... dang, this is a lot harder than I thought it would be. {He stops typing and gets up, and the camera zooms out.} Again... ugh, now you've got me all flustered. Look what you DO to me you... green thingy! {Now speaking to camera} You know what, if you have so many skills, why don't you USE them against me! I'M DECLARING WAR ON YOU FOR MAKING ME SO PIS--

{Saargtsson freezes in place and the screen becomes slightly fuzzy with TV static. The camera pans to reveal Saargtsson's image on a TV screen while Nebulon watches, carrying a remote in his hand. A pair of Astromunds stand on either side of the TV.}

NEBULON: Well, you guys know what this means.

ASTROMUND #1: That no one lima beans your style, either?

NEBULON: ...Get out of here, Mund.

{The Astromund walks away, hanging its head}

NEBULON: Prepare for war, my Astromunds. We attack at oh-tomorrow-hundred.

{Fade to black. The camera fades back in to an empty field on THE MOOOOOON!!! Wind can be heard and a tumbleweed that looks like a Fundlake rolls by. Suddenly, giant stomping noises can be heard, and Saargtsson, Nebulon and each of their respective armies of Poorbts and Astromunds fall from the sky. They stare each other down, not moving. As a character talks, the camera zooms in on the opposite army.}

SAARGTSSON: Are you ready to be vanquished, you green salad?

NEBULON: Au contraire {pronounces it "oh contrairy"} it will be you who will be having the vanquishing, ohhh, toniiiiiight! is heard blowing a whistle} START WAR-ING!

{The camera starts flashing very quickly between subjects, from members of the army, to Saargtsson and Nebulon, to some other members, like Fiery-Hot or the occasional floating Piedmont.}

SAARGTSSON: FIERY-HOT! USE YOUR FLAME BURST SPELL!!

FIERY-HOT: Hoooold oooooon.... DONE!

{A flaming explosion is heard, but not seen due to the fact that the camera is still flashing around}

NEBULON: CURSE YOU, SAARGTSSON!! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT ONE...

{Suddenly, the camera stops flashing between different subjects. It is currently showing the two armies standing completely still until the camera pans to reveal that they are merely figurines on a game board that Nebulon, Saargtsson and Fiery-Hot are all standing around, holding dice. Nebulon rolls a 20-sided die}

NEBULON: Ha! 17! That's enough to block your spell and counter it with a Piedmont Hot Attacking Fry Lamp Attack!

{He moves a few figures around on the game board and Fiery-Hot and Saargtsson look annoyed.}

NEBULON: So, anyways, did you get my e-mail?

SAARGTSSON: Oh, yeah, I got it, that's why we're waging war, remember?

FIERY-HOT: Yeah, you insulted us in all our lava-esque-ness.

NEBULON: Aww, but I wanted to get a share of your power crunches! That's why I sent an army of Spy-type Munds to raid your house while you're here.

SAARGTSSON & FIERY-HOT: YOU WHAT?!

NEBULON: I said I sent an army of Spy-type Mund-

{Fiery-Hot and Saargtsson run off and Nebulon takes out a walkie-talkie}

NEBULON: Code Alpha! The eagle has left the building... initiate plan I Atea Pi! Steal all his figurines!

{Nebulon waits for an answer for a few moments}

NEBULON: Oh, I forgot... I don't really need anyone else to do that.

{He picks up the figurines and begins to walk off-screen, but Saargtsson pops back out and he jumps back}

SAARGTSSON: Ah-HA! You thought your little plan was going to work, didn't you? You didn't know that I've got extra organs that provide me with senses I don't even know the NAMES of! This was all part of MY diabolical plan!

NEBULON: ...To do what?

{There is a brief pause}

SAARGTSSON: THIS!

{Nebulon jumps as he says this, causing him to drop his figurines. Saargtsson quickly picks them up and slithers off at top speed.}

NEBULON: Awww, MAN! My plans have been foiled... {he pronounces it "fwolled"} But you haven't seen the last of me. If I can't have your figurines, I'll return to steal your breakfast!

{Chorch appears from the other side of the screen, carrying a plate of breakfast exactly like the one from prank mail}

CHORCH: Already been done, dude.

NEBULON: Well, I'll send a Master cyborg to his house and get all his money from him.

CHORCH: Tried it.

NEBULON: Prank call Fiery-Hot a lot?

CHORCH: That joke's already getting old. ...But I could use an apprentice in pranks, now that I think about it.

{Nebulon looks excited as the screen fades back to Saargtsson at his Fiery3X6, eating a cinnamon roll.}

SAARGTSSON: {typing} Well, Nebby, I'm sure that if my cunning straterry at "Chambers of Imprisonment and Reptilian, Fire-Breathing Creatures of Yore," {He holds up the box for this game as he says this, the title being just what he said} didn't teach you how awesome I am, I bet the demoralizing experience of me stealing all the baked goods from your fridge on the way out will.

{He stops typing and sighs}

SAARGTSSON: Poor guy. I feel kinda sorry for him, he must be crying in a corner somewhere and not conspiring with Chorch to prank call Fiery-Hot into insanity. Maybe I'll give him back this one Doughed Frostnut... I'm gonna go do that now.

{He gets up and slithers off-screen, and the paper comes down, this time reading "Enchantress came to me and said 'E-mail Saargtsson!'"}

Easter Eggs

  • Click on "Yore" to see the box art for the RPG with the insanely long name Nebulon and Fiery-Hot were playing, which reads "Chambers of Imprisonment and Reptilian, Fire-Breathing Creatures of Yore! Now with 20X6 Bosses included."
  • Click on "fridge" to see what happened when Saargtsson gave back the Frostnut.

{Cut to Nebulon's house again, where Nebulon and Chorch are talking rapidly to each other.}

NEBULON: So yeah, I'll tell him his refrigerator just exploded, and then when he goes to check, you can come in...

{Saargtsson slithers into the room}

SAARGTSSON: I just came back to give you your... What the CRAP? What's HE doing with YOU?!

CHORCH: Um... not conspiring with me to prank call Fiery-Hot into insanity?

SAARGTSSON: ...That's good enough for me.

{He throws the Doughed Frostnut at Nebulon and then slithers off.}

  • Click on "demoralizing" to see a different version of a cetain game...

{Cut to the ending scene of Level 5, Oh, The Moon in the Stinkoman 20X6 Game. 1-Up has just finished beating up Nebulon.}

1-UP: {subtitled} GET OUT OF HERE, NEBULON. NO ONE LIMA BEANS YOUR STYLE.

Fun Facts

  • The e-mail songs parodies the fact that I keep using Nightwish songs as e-mail songs... I need to get another CD, I'm running out of lyrics.
  • Saargtsson is trying not to tell Nebulon that no one likes his style, a joke used in the Stinkoman 20X6 game and multiple OCEs.
  • "I'M A NEW ME! I'M THE HUMP!!!" Is a joke from the Strong Bad Email other days.
  • "FLOAT! FLOAT! FLOATING! FLOAT!" Is a joke from the Saargtsson E-mail transportation.
  • Calling Nebulon a green salad is a joke from the Stinkomanual E-mail nebulon's boss entry.
  • "Ohhhh, to-niiiight!" Is a joke from the Strong Bad Email rock opera.
  • Saargtsson reminds everyone that he has extra organs, first stated in the master plan E-mail.
  • Nebulon wishes to prank Saargtsson in ways Chorch did in prank mail, master, and originally in lava.
  • "Chambers of Imprisonment and Reptilian, Fire-Breathing Creatures of Yore" is a play on the game Dungeons and Dragons, and the part about Fire-Breathing Creatures of Yore is a line from 8-Bit Theater.
  • Since Saargtsson didn't base his e-mail song on a Nightwish song, the paper had a Nightwish parody instead, of the song White Night Fantasy. I'm a dork.

Links

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