Spongebob looked up from his cereal that he was eating, daydreaming about his wonderful attack. Sometimes he thinks that this might be a bit too much for him, that he can't do this. But he can. He knows he can. So he is going to try his best about killing this person.
He heard a knock at the door, got up quickly with his cereal, and opened it.
"Howdy ya'll!" yelled Sandy, dressed up in her cowboy hat, or as she likes to call it – her cowgirl hat.
Sandy had developed a closer sense to Spongebob. (not the way you think it is. go ahead. keep reading!) She feels as if Spongebob needs to be protected, so she treats him like her child. Spongebob replied back.
"SANDY! I don't need you! I can kill him on my own!" there was an awkward pause. Sandy stared into Spongebob's eyes, Spongebob stared into hers. He could see the raging Sandy inside.
"SPONGEBOB! WHO ARE YOU GOING TO KILL!?" she yelled, her eyes bulging out with fear and anger, her teeth clenched, her hands in tight fists.
"Just the person who killed my poor Gary!" he responded. He looked up at Sandy, then down at his shoes. He knew this plan wasn't going to work! He just knew it. He kept going back and forth, weather or not he should carry out this plan.
"You got into trouble for killing other people. And you didn't even have your real brain. But if you kill someone WITH your real brain, you are going to get in bigger trouble." Sandy said harshly, and Spongebob stared innocently at her. This plan was not going to happen…and Spongebob just knew it. Sandy walked in the house, and sat down on the couch. She tried her best to calm down. She really did.
"Now, Spongebob," she said, eyes more calm now, hands still in a ball, but not as tight. Her teeth weren't clenched anymore, but she kept her teeth close – to – shut, like she was keeping something from bad going out of her mouth.
"Why do you want to kill this person?" she asked, trying to make eye contact with Spongebob, but he was too busy looking at his shoes.
"LOOK AT ME!" she yelled at him, fists beginning to get tighter once again. Spongebob raised his head slowly, and looked at Sandy in the eyes.
"Now tell me – why do you want to kill this person?" and Spongebob went on a big speech.
"Because, Sandy. I do. He killed my Gary. He made me kill other people! Well – he made me think that I killed other people. Instead of killing them, I did worse. I locked them up in a tiny room without a bathroom!" and he started to cry. "He thought other people deserved to be killed. So he should deserve to be killed also," he said. This was the first time that Sandy had seen Spongebob that…well…er…smart. She looked at him, and she was about to cry. She couldn't stand this anymore! She broke eye contact.
"Well, Spongebob – you can't kill him," said Sandy. "You can't do this!" she yelled. "You know why?" she asked.
"WHY SANDY? Why can't I kill someone who killed me deep down inside?! WHY? Is it because I am too stupid? Is that it?! That I am too dumb to go and kill someone?"
"No – no Spongebob."
"Then WHY?"
"You can't kill him because…
TO BE CONTINUED