WARNING: This is written by a SpongeBob hater. Turn back now if you hate to see SpongeBob die. Some of this content may be offensive to some so don't trash me if you hate this fanfic.
Squidward was riding his bike to work, as he does every day, and everything seemed to be going quite nicely. That is, until a certain sponge showed up.
SpongeBob looked at Squidward in the gayest way possible. His cheeks were glowing bright red, his eyelashes fluttering rapidly. Squidward was very creped out.
"Go away SpongeBob." Squidward attempted to shove him out of the way.
Before Squidward said another word, SpongeBob forcefully pressed his lips against his. Squidward was trying to get out as quickly as possible, but he wasn't succeeding. SpongeBob had him in too tight of a grasp. Then he remembered something…
HE CARRIES A TAZER!
Squidward reached into his pocket and pulled out his 1 amp tazer (wich can kill someone) and pressed it against SpongeBob's chest. He pressed the button.
SpongeBob was shaking rapidly as Squidward held the button down then fell down a hole. Squidward looked down at the dead sponge, who was lying face down in his own blood.
"You just got owned SpongeBob!"
The end
