SB saw SQ in his PH. This PH was so not D. SB was M. A. D.
SQ put the U back in SQU. He had all 10 tentacles outstretched and was so OP. His chi was on fleek like the sun raining down rays of pure G.
P was in the PH too. He was devouring a taco from Mickey D's, not KFC. It tasted of true delight straight from the candy shop.
"EEEK-HAA! HAA!" said a monkey.
"SB, what is that monkey doing here? And why under the Dubs, Bubs?" asked SQ with the U too.
SB took out his CG and "got" SQ in the nose. The nose fell in a manner rivaling pure chaos.
P was screaming. He consumed too much MSG from his taco and felt eerily in the DL. The DL DL'd too much RAM from RHDC.
"It's SM74EEEEEEEE!" said SB. He used custom dental procedures to get to the KK, home of the KP.
Mr. K was at his desk, sniffing his money-A. "Aye, lad, this is what true happiness looks like!" said the cheap old crab as he flexed the meatiness of his big claw.
SB smelt the iron ore from MC. He ear-ward heard some cows and slaughtered them because it was 2B2T.
"The oldest anarchy server in BB..." mused P as he slapped SQ up the H with a USB.
SQ's mouth was a portal to the virtual realm: CyberchaseTM. They were beating Hacker at his game.
SB was not a fan of CL, the VA of THE Hacker.
"He is green and unlikable..." whispered P in order to further address this common issue.
Mr. K handed SB his Spatul-A so he could make him more money-A.
A customer walked into the restaurant and demanded... THE BIG ONE!
"I'll take a Double Triple Bossy Deluxe on a raft, 4x4 animal style, extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze, light axle grease; make it cry, burn it, and let it swim."
SQ exhaled toxins onto the customer. The customer shriveled up and pushed up them daisies.
SB ran to the dead one's side.
He held the KP close to the customer's aching life.
"Lick this..." SB said soothingly as the meal entered the being.
"This is so epic, like my abs," said P to L the L.
L the L was totally LLL.
"LLL!" said P as he performed a death-defying jump through a volcano. The people in the volcano were awfully stinky.
"We smell," said the nose-despising inhabitant.
"Tartar Sauce..." cursed P.
Just then...
Dun-dun-dun-dun...
"PLANKTON!" cried Mr. K. "Stealin' me booty!"
"Arr! I am not a pirate!" said PLANKTON.
"His name is an acronym too..." seethed SB, his eye twitched harder than purple Amazon streaming services.
"Indeed. PLANKTON stands for 'Person Looking Awkward Near Kelp Tunics On Nitwits'," snickered the harmful green evil one.
"What is my acronym, father?" asked the Darling Daughter Pearl.
Mr. K sighed heavily until his teeth fell to the ground. "Me whale offspring unit... ye have no name..."
The Darling Daughter Pearl sobbed into the cleverly plaid handkerchief assigned by SQ.
"I designed that handkerchief at my art school," said SQ. He would soon be interviewed by BBC.
"Bruh," said P, slurping up spaghett.
That is when the Spaghettito arrived from the brand new Spongemon game (not to be confused with Spongemon: Spongital Monsters. Spongemon are the champions!)
Mr. K threw a PB and caught the Spaghettito. He named it "ANCHOR" an acronym that only King Neptune could decipher.
"Where is Neptune?" asked SQ.
"How is Neptune?" replied SB, thinking like a real Chris Pratt in the Peter Quill neighbourhood.
"Jurassic world is overrated..." said the NC. He was not Nicholas Cage, but the Nostalgia Critic.
"My deary goodness..." whispered SB as he flipped another KP into P's PS3.
"Hello, I am he: the NC," said the NC.
"North Carolina?" asked PLANKTON in a taunting manner.
"Off with his head!" the NC shrieked. His guards seized the single-celled organism and put him in a guillotine. The guillotine's name: SLJ, literally Samuel L. Jackson.
"I hate Mace Windu, but I do enjoy Frozone," explained PLANKTON.
"Meow," said GTS.