Spongebob Dies
Spongebob had just put six sizzling pieces of meat on the grill. On their way to being krabby patties, he thought with love. Suddenly there was a huge bang outside. Spongebob went out the back door of the Krusty Krab and looked around. He saw Patrick rummaging through a garbage can. "Patrick?! What are you doing?"
"Hey Spongebob, did you know people dump perfectly good food in these things?" Patrick mumbled through a mouthful of trash.
"Patrick! That's disgusting!" Spongebob hit his friend on the back and Patrick spat out the disgusting half-eaten food.
"Well now what am I supposed to eat?," Patrick asked daftly.
"Come," Spongebob murmured. "A whole new world will open before you when you taste a fresh, delicious krabby patty."
"I hope it has unicorns!"
"What?"
"The new world thing."
"Oh!" Spongebob grinned. "Patrick, I didn't mean that literally."
"Oh. Okay whatever."
"Now follow me!" Spongebob strutted off back into the Krusty Krab, expecting to take one of the krabby patties off the griddle and fix it up for Patrick.
Patrick stared at the cooking patties in awe. "They look... Appetizing..."
To Spongebob's horror, the patties were burnt. "NO! They can't be!"
"What's wrong, Spongebob?" Patrick asked, dubious.
"They're burnt!" Spongebob was sobbing and rolling around on the floor now.
Patrick rolled his eyes. "Just cook some more then."
"You don't understand!" Spongebob cried, "Every patty has a soul... A soul that must live and cherish..." Spongebob clutched his heart. "Patrick! I'm having a heart attack!"
"What do I do?"
"Go get Mr. Krabs!"
Patrick ran and fetched Mr. Krabs.
"Mr. Krabs!" Spongebob exclaimed, "I'm dying!"
"That's a shame." Mr. Krabs walked away.
Patrick leaned over to Spongebob and whispered, "When you die, can I have your jellyfishing net? Mine broke."
Spongebob looked shocked. "Okay, but it's fragile!" Spongebob died.