"Hey Patrick!" Spongebob shouted as he ran up to his best friend near his rock home-thing. "Are you ready for the most awesomest day EVER?"
Patrick turned around, making out with his pickle. He stopped for a breather to talk. "What's today?"
Spongebob gasped in shock... either that or he crapped his pants suddenly. "How do you not know? Today's the day that I change my calender from August... to September. I like to give my calender a week or so off, just 'cause it does so much work. COME ON!"
"Yeah, I'm good, I think. Me and Janice are gonna go see a movie." Apparently he... named his pickle. "Come on, Janice."
"But—but Patrick...we always do this together!"
Patrick turned around and thought for a moment. "Here, let's do something together then!"
"OKAY!" Spongebob shouted happily. "Like what?"
"Like this." Patrick suddenly reached out and ripped out Spongebob's heart. "Hey, that was fun!"
Spongebob looked at his heart, then at his chest. "Well...this blows." And then he died.
Iron Man flew in moments later, near Patrick. "I am Iron Man, and...and...wow." He looked at the dead Spongebob next to Patrick. "Did you do that?"
"Yup."
Iron Man high fived Patrick. "Nicely done, sir, exactly what I was going to do, but gives me more time to get drunk off my ass. Yaaay beer!" Iron Man picked up the sponge and placed him over his back. "If you don't uh...mind, I'm just going to take this, chop it up, and make lots of sponges out of this for when I need to sop up beer spills and whatnot."
"Whatever sinks you boat." Patrick said before he started to make out with Janice.
"That's not how it goes, but fair enough!" Iron Man flew off into the distance, Spongebob in tow.