Amber: Why? We don't know! This is pre-recorded, so if this ever goes up, it means that there's been no updates in a while for some reason. It's just some filler.
Voice: Yup, I'm up here too, but I'm gonna stay quiet for the most part.
Saiyaman: So, let's see our first letter.
(Saiyaman reaches into the mailbag, pulls out a letter, tears it open and reads it.)
"Boy, this show is a real piece of shi-I mean, sure fine work! What inspired you to do it?"
Saiyaman: (blinks) Okay, try to hide your insults a little better next time, whoever wrote this letter. Anyways, as for the question, that's a bit of a story. You see, back during the summer of '02, the president of then, Zeratul, was looking for fan contributions to the site, so I wanted to do something all my own.
Amber: Saiya wanted to try a little SSS fighting-style, but also with something a little different from the norm, so he thought up a game-show format, which is why the set and the special effects are based off of "Who Wants to be a Millionare?". He just kinda slap-dashed it all together, added a professional narration voice and there we go!
Saiyaman: Let's see our next letter, shall we? (Pulls out the next letter.)
"How long does it take to make these episodes?"
Saiyaman: Well, it can take anywhere from a week to a month, depending on will to live, inspiriation and several other factors. I will try to do at least one per month, but I'm not sure how well I can keep that up. (Pulls out the next letter.)
"What do you people do when you're not on the show?"
Saiyaman: Well, I like to train, play video games, do a little reading and hang out with Amber.
Amber: I prefer to spend time with my family, do a little drawing, watch some TV and spend time with Saiya.
Voice: I'm married, so I usually stay at home.
Saiyaman: Well, that sums that up, so let's read our next letter. (Pulls out another letter.)
"Why is Amber still so nice, especially since she was stuck in Hell for a century?"
Amber: That one's a bit tougher to explain. Let's go the chart...
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | High |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Low |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Low |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Very Low |
Saiyaman: That's not a chart, that's an online quiz I took a few months back.
Amber: It'll do for our purposes. Now, as you can see, there are several levels of Hell. When I died, I only went to the first level, which is annoying yet tollerable. With some willpower and a little luck, I was able to keep my sanity and kindness.
Saiyaman: Hope that answeres your question. Now, to our next letter... (Pulls out the next letter.)
"Do you know the recipe for gazpacho soup?"
Saiyaman: Eh, no. Let's stick with show-related questions. (Opens a different letter.)
"Amber, what the Samuel Langhorn HELL do you find attractive about Saiyaman? He's a DBZ doofus with no fashion sense!"
Amber: That's a little harsh, isn't it?
Saiyaman: My outfit's not that bad, is it?
Amber: If you want to know, it's because he's caring, he's sensitive about my needs, I know he'll always be there for me and he's really cute under that outfit. (Hugs Saiyaman.)
Saiyaman: Aw. (Hugs Amber back.)
Amber: Enjoy it while you can, folks, that's probably the most affectionate we're going to be on this show.
Saiyaman: Well, folks, we've got time for one more letter. (Pulls out another letter.)
"What future plans do you have for the show?"
Saiyaman: Well, I've got no major changes for the show in the future. We'll still be bringing you entertainment for the fans by letting them be a part of SSS, if only for a short while.
Amber: Hey, there's still one letter.
Saiyaman: You're right. (Opens it.) Let's see, I may have already won ten thousand dollars. (Throws it away.) Like it's actually possible to win those things. Okay, now we're out of time, so good night, everyone!
175: Sorry I'm late. My car ran out of gas. How much time do we have left?
(Fade out.)
175: Oh, poopie.