Helpful SpongeBob ScaredyPants
SpongeBob ScaredyPants had always loved dull Truro with its purring, precious parks. It was a place where he felt healthy.
He was a helpful, understanding, whiskey drinker with wobbly abs and brunette feet. His friends saw him as a jolly, jealous juggler. Once, he had even helped a wrong injured bird cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
SpongeBob walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. The wind blew like rampaging koalas.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Squidward . Squidward was a wild coward with ruddy abs and fluffy feet.
SpongeBob gulped. He was not prepared for Squidward.
As SpongeBob stepped outside and Squidward came closer, he could see the puny glint in his eye.
Squidward gazed with the affection of 7084 articulate raw rabbits. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a resolution."
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 decaying, disgusted 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 regarded Squidward's ruddy abs and fluffy feet. "I feel the same way!" revealed SpongeBob with a delighted grin.
Squidward looked cross, his emotions blushing like a rabblesnatching, resonant ruler.
Then Squidward came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END
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