"...and then finally I'd wind up in some mysterious place inhabited by a bunch of other, less awesome characters, with pretty much no explanation," Strong Bad finished. "And that'd pretty much be it." He paused dramatically before saying, "So there you have it, Suzie. First, they'd make me look like some actor who they think is attractive who may or may not sort of, kind of resemble me. Then, there'd be some poor grammar and blatantly oblious typos. Finally, I'd appear in a new universe with no explanation." 
    Strong Bad waited. He looked around and frowned. "Well, now is about the time I go back to the safety of my desk and wrap up the e-mail." He waited once more. "Whoa, hey!" he called out. "No way, man. I am <i>not</i> staying here. The Paper, come save me! Oh, man, if I don't get out of here soon, I'm probably going to have to, like, be...'shipped..." The Paper started to come down to liberate Strong Bad, just as he put something together in his head, "With ladies! I'ma gonna be 'shipped with ladies! The Paper, never mind me. I'll be just fine." The Paper retreated and Strong Bad sauntered towards the front desk to check in.
    "Pathetic teen girl playin' a matchmaker because you're <i>confused</i>, show me what you got." 
    Yente raised an eyebrow. "Welcome to the Match Hotel," she said, handing Strong Bad his key. "You'll be sharing a room with The Cheat. I hope you enjoy your stay." 
    "There's a The Cheat here?" Strong Bad asked, shaking his head. As he walked towards his room, he sang to himself, "People with too much time on their hands, oh people with too much time on their hands..."