Spongebawb Sqaurepants: lost eppysoda
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Last published Fri, Jun 7, 2019
Squidword is in depression and he killz evryone in bikikikikini bottim befor he kils himself :(
As if it wasn't already obvious, this is a parody on Spongebob Creepypastas
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