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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 04:48:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Who:&amp;nbsp;The Cheat and Elle&lt;br /&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;Makin&apos; the romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cheat knocked on Elle&apos;s door. In his arms he held two dozen red roses and a mug full of Brunswick stew.</description>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Who:&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Cheat and&amp;nbsp;Strong Bad&lt;br /&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;Roomie stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Warning:&amp;nbsp;May include some cheating at stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Cheat was alone in his living room, busting out some sweet jams on his synthesizer. There were several piles of carnations that had clearly been recently pulled out of the hotel garden surrounding him. Every once in awhile he would pop a handful of carnation blossoms into his mouth.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>Who:&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Cheat and open&lt;br /&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;A refreshing glass of suudsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cheat was bored, so he wandered down to the hotel cafeteria to fix himself a glass of his favorite beverage. He poured some skim milk into a glass, then started searching for gummy bears to add to it.</description>
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  <title>The Arrival.</title>
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  <description>Who:&amp;nbsp;The Cheat and Yente&lt;br /&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;Arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was midnight, and The&amp;nbsp;Cheat and Strong Bad had snuck into Homestar&apos;s living room once again. They were hard at work spreading peanut butter on his couch with butter knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Ah, man,&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Strong Bad snickered, dipping his knife into the peanut butter jar. &amp;quot;This is gonna be hilarious!&amp;nbsp;When he sits down he&apos;s gonna get peanut butter all over his pants! Uh... legs.&amp;nbsp;I guess he... he doesn&apos;t wear pants.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mm!&amp;quot; The&amp;nbsp;Cheat agreed, finishing up on the couch&apos;s arm.&amp;nbsp;Hours of intense sandwich spread-foolery had made him thirsty, so he headed into the kitchen to make himself a glass of piemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hm?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;he said, scratching his head in confusion. He had been in&amp;nbsp;Homestar&apos;s kitchen before and it usually wasn&apos;t quite so hotel lobby-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached the service desk where an old lady was seated. &amp;quot;Hm?&amp;quot; he repeated.</description>
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