SpongeBob Is Real: Difference between revisions

It was dark inside. But it was also dark outside. And it was dark inside. I heard giggling. I pulled my AK and was like, "HeyHEY! My IDIOT father told me to shoot up ''AAANYONE'' who harasses me! You'll diddly darn regret this, bucko!" I heard nothing but the echoing laughter. The weird part was that it was a tiny shack. I still don't know how it echoed. Maybe it was magic. Then I heard a voice. The same deep and raspy voice from the phone call. It said, "Welcome to Spongebob's Pineapple House. My name is Murderbob Deathpants, and I'll be torturing you today." The man in the Spongebob costume appeared out of the shadows with a missile launcher. I, despite being a naive preteen, knew that this was screwed up. I blew the crap out of that dude. His head exploded in a fiery fireball of guts and brains. His soul was burned to the core. I hadn't realized that my dad had loaded incendiary ammo.