"Hahahaha, oh lovely! Oh how superior and lovely, my Gary!" Sherlock giggled as his new pal, or should we say 'fuck'-pal, blibbered and blabbered on the ornaments Jesus endowed him with.
Gary just purred, continuing his destructive advance on Sherlock. Sherlock bowed his head down against his chest, as if a magnet willed him to do so, but actually he was just responding to Gary's cum-causing blowjer.
The lights in the Krusty Krab went dim, and Sherlock looked up from his pleasure center.
"Goodness my dear Sherl, couldn't you find a better place to nail my crustaceuous friend than the place where I flip, and flop, and flip a lot the patty's of the Krab?" Spongebob inquired.
Sherlock and Gary angrily shot up from their Kama sutra-designed positions. They started running right at the Sponge, yelling "You suck!" "I need you!" "Puurrrr" (the last one is Gary, but a Gary with long legs and feet.
They tackled the Sponge, killing him instantly. His arms went limp. His legs went limp. His mouth went limp. His toes became limp. His eyes went limp. He went limp after being killed instantly by the tackle.
Gary decided to sit on the face of Sherlock, but something about the way he did it made him so scared, that Sherlock cried big baby tears that could only come from a weirdo.
"Gary, did you kill him?" Sherlock asked. He was crying, so picture that the voice he made was all tearful and squeaky.
Gary only purred, which turned Sherlock upside down inside his belly, and he began to come. Since it was underwater, the come went straight into his hair. Oh by the way Sherlock was investigating how they breathe underwater, and he figured it out.
Just then Patrick came into the Krusty Krab to order a pizza like that one time.
Gary, with his long, hairy legs (with black sharp hairs that stabbed all the creatures around him) picked up Sherlock and carried the bastard outside to the Chumbucket. But on the way Sherlock felt the hand of God lift him out of the water…
"MISTA HOLMES?! HOWS YA STAYIN IN TAH BATH FA SUCH A LONG TIME?" The idiot boy Watson tried to say, but he was too dumb to say. Watson pulled Sherlock out of the bath, and thus out of his fantasy universe.
Both Sherlock and Watson were in the bath now, naked, and they fucked. A lone teardrop fell from Sherlock's chin; he felt bad.
Watson felt good but I bet his wife would be sad.