Mrs. Puff walked to the blackboard. "Today class, we will be making get well cards for your
classmate Squilliam. He's still in a coma unfortunatley..." Everyone glared at spongebob. He
shrunk in his seat, feeling the shame. But then an idea popped into his head. "WAIT A MINUTE!
I KNOW WHAT TO DO! Mrs. Puff, what if I hand deliver the cards to Squilliam myself?" Mrs. Puff
thought about it. "Well, I suppose..." "GREAT!" yelled spongebob and he ran up to grab the cards
(before some students had even finished) and rushed to the E.R.
Spongebob rushed into to Squilliams room. He saw the unnamed doctor. "How is he doc..?" he asked.
"It's amazing that he's even alive. We had to staple his brow shut. Yup. He's a lucky,
lucky, lucky, lucky, luck boy." Once the doctor left, they were all alone. "How are you holding
up Squilliam?" asked the sponge. There was no respone. Spongebob then remembered the cards he was
to deliver. He noticed how sharp the they were. "Time to get edgy!" he said. He cut one of
Squilliam's wrists, just to see what it felt like. Spongebob hadn't been this aroused since
the time Gary caught him watching the anenome channel. he placed the tip
of the card at the edge of squilliam's face. He started cutting away at the skin until he had
removed the whole face. Spongebob removed some of the staples from the brow and made a mask. He
put it on and said "I'M READY!" he removed Squilliam's clothing and stared at his chest. Spongebob
undid his square trousers and began to touch himself. He kept pulling and pulling. He rubbed
his shaft so hard that peices of spongey skin began to fall off. He then squirted his tartar
sauce into his hand. Spongebob looked at the mess he had made in his palm and said "I'm so
fucked up.." He than skipped back to class.