Sandy stood in shock, staring at SpongeBob's underwear bulge as big as a skyscraper and his lettuce-stuffed face.
"SpongeBob! What in tarnation do you think you're doing?" She said, nearly shrieking. SpongeBob jumped up, and wriggled his pants back on hastily. SpongeBob spat out the lettuce as the grin faded from his face.
"Sandy, baby, it's not what you think!" SpongeBob cried. Sandy tried to control her staggering, and ran away in hysterics. Squidward knitted his eyebrows. It was his fault this happened on the first place.
"I'm sorry SpongeBob," he put a tentacle on his shoulder as SpongeBob's face was stoic as stone. "Don't." SpongeBob spat out a final lettuce leaf and sulked away. And just like that, Squidward was alone. Again.
Squidward sulked his way home, tentacles squeaking sadly. He pushed open his wooden house door to see his lifeless house, and gloomily ascended the stairs. Once he arrived at his bedroom, he rubbed his eyes jadedly and collapsed on his soft, warm bed. Squidward began to whimper and cry, punching his mattress with each wail. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he fell asleep without even putting his pajamas on.
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SpongeBob's horn clock alarm clock sounded, waking him up instantly. In contrast to his painfully ecstatic demeanor, he slowly sat up and rubbed his temples.
"Oh, god Spongebob. What have you done? You've messed everything up, and most importantly, lost Sandy."
SpongeBob began to cry and laid on his back, breathing heavily. Suddenly, he broke into a fit of shaky weeps. Gary, his beloved pet snail, slid up SpongeBob's bed and coiled into his lap gingerly.
"Go away Gary..." he sniffled whilst snatching the covers above his head. His wails echoed through the neighborhood for what felt like eons before he had lost all his strength. Silence. Until Gary meowed at SpongeBob hungrily. "Please, Gare-Bear, leave me alone." Gosh, what time is it? he thought to himself. Gary must be getting hungry. SpongeBob tried to sit up, but he couldn't move. He couldn't cry. He couldn't speak. It was like he was paralyzed. And so, he sat helplessly in his bed for ages, just listening to the world go by. From the knocks on his door to the pleads of his pet, it pained SpongeBob to be in such a stagnant state.
