[Well...that's not the response he expected at all. Strong Bad stops, one hand hanging uselessly in the air as he considers this guy.

Finally, his eyes flick up. There's something familiar about that dorky face.]

If you're as out of it as you look, I could be the Pope for all you know. But I must be losing it too, 'cause for a second there I thought...

[He roughly pulls at his hair. Something's nagging at the edge of his mind.]