Chapter Two: Strangled or Love

"I just can't tell you," TTS continued, as he took another sip of his beer.

"Oh come on! Pleeeeeeeease!" Reg cried.

"No, and if you excuse me, I'll be on my way," TTS replied, as he went through the employee doors and exited the dangerous Salty Spittoon.

When TTS got in his house (which by the way, the house is in the shape of a fist), he sat down and watched television.

Just forget everything about him, The Strangler thought in his head. Everything's going to be alright. But - I can't stop thinking about him. Do I hate him! NO! I love him...oh wait...I hate him! TTS continued on and on with this fight in his head. Soon, he thought, Maybe if I try to remember this person, maybe it might make me think negatively about him.

FLASHBACK

"Will you get out of my face!" TTS screamed at this guy.

"Oh, I'm sooooo sorry Mr. Strangler, but I just wanted to surf some waves!"

"Well, that ain't good enough!" TTS screamed back and punched him right in the face.

END FLASHBACK

But, yet, what did that guy do to deserve that! I just wanted to punch somebody so badly that I didn't realize who I was punching! Now, look at him. HE'S DEAD! But I have always had a secret crush on him... he continued on thinking.

RING! RING! RING! RING!

It was the telephone. TTS got up and answered it. "Strangler Residence, tell me who it is or I will strangle you!" TTS yelled at the phone.

"Hi Strangler!" said the voice.

"GO AWAY!" TTS yelled back into it and slammed the phone. He had just realized who had just called - SpongeBob.

--To Be Continued--