My name is Bob, and i live in a corrupted

My name is Bob, and i live in a corrupted city with no name. Bob started to run away from the pineapple gang when suddenly Bob stumbled onto a

cartoon show on Nickelodeon. They were all there, Ward the Squid, Sandy Squirrel, Patrick the Star. Its like they took my gang life and made a mockery. I, Bob the Sponge, would

rather burn this shit to the ground. I knew some guys from my time inside - not the kind of guys you would introduce to your mother, but the kind of guys that can get a job done.

I headed downtown, to a certain dive where I knew I'd find them. Sure enough, Big Frank and Willie Mo were propping up the bar, already a dozen beers in. "Hey fellas, next round is

your last." I said, bringing up my nine. I fired wildly, bullets went everywhere. Willie Mo took 2 in the chest, but Big Frank dove behind the bar. He emerged seconds later with

several high-end single barrel scotches in his arms, and I had to lower my gun. He had hostages. "Listen," I said, "We can talk about this." My mouth watered for the peaty potables

as I stared at their golden, aged goodness. "Dere'll be no a-talkin' abut dis! Gimme wot you promized, or deez booze gets it!" I made up my mind in an instant. I threw my gun at

Jar Jar Binks. "Shut up! Take your Carribean 'Under The Sea' Patois and shove it up your amphibious ass." Jar Jar's presence had destroyed the holy sanctity of my

Star Wars bar scene reenactment. I'd explicitly stated in the Evite that any Jar Jar supporters were not welcome and would be taken out behind the

shed and beaten with a rusty shovel within one inch of their life. Fortunately, no Jar Jar supporters showed up, and I was later informed that they were a myth, which made me happy