SpongeBob let out a sigh. "I'm getting married."
Patrick stood in shock. "Married? You never told me anything about getting married."
"I know Patrick it's because I didn't know either."
"How so?"
"You see, before I was born, my parents chose a girl I would marry and maybe have little sponges with. I wasn't told until today." SpongeBob sniffled. "Now there making me move to live with her and I have to quite my job and work in some place that has, what do you call those things, oh an office."
"Oh. I see." Patrick's face tightened up and looked as if he was beginning to cry.
"Patrick? Are you alright?"
"Oh yea, yea I'm fine, I just can't believe you're leaving me for a girl."
"Patrick! This wasn't my choice. It's something my parents did before I was born."
"But…But…" Patrick couldn't even find the words to say. Tears poured out of his eyes which led to a flood in SpongeBob's pineapple.
SpongeBob pulled a lever which drained all the water away.
"Patrick it'll be okay. I mean I can come visit."
"Yea but it won't be the same. You'll probably be busy with your new wife and such things."
"You're right Patrick, it won't be the same."
They both began to cry loud and obnoxiously until a boat horn coming from outside SpongeBob's pineapple interrupted.
SpongeBob didn't rush to the door because he immediately knew who was outside. They both walked to the door and Patrick gave out an even more surprised look on his face.