Dull Truro
SpongeBob ScaredyPants was thinking about Squidward again. Squidward was a wild coward with ruddy abs and fluffy feet.
SpongeBob walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had always loved dull Truro with its proud, powerful parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel healthy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a wild figure of Squidward .
SpongeBob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a helpful, understanding, whiskey drinker with wobbly abs and brunette feet. His friends saw him as a joyous, jolly juggler. Once, he had even helped a nervous injured bird cross the road.
But not even a helpful person who had once helped a nervous injured bird cross the road, was prepared for what Squidward had in store today.
The wind blew like rampaging koalas, making SpongeBob unstable. SpongeBob grabbed a cursed sausage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As SpongeBob stepped outside and Squidward came closer, he could see the old-fashioned glint in his eye.
"Look SpongeBob," growled Squidward, with an articulate glare that reminded SpongeBob of wild rabbits. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a resolution. You owe me 8289 euros."
SpongeBob looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the cursed sausage. "Squidward, get out of my house," he replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two disturbed, dry donkeys walking at a very cold-blooded birthday party, which had indie music playing in the background and two rude uncles bouncing to the beat.
SpongeBob studied Squidward's ruddy abs and fluffy feet. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained SpongeBob. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Squidward. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted SpongeBob. "Now get your ruddy abs out of here before I hit you with this cursed sausage."
Squidward looked cross, his wallet raw like a regurgitated, racid ruler.
SpongeBob could actually hear Squidward's wallet shatter into 8289 pieces. Then the wild coward hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm SpongeBob's nerves tonight.
THE END
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