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After a long day of working at the crusty crab, SpongeBob was relaxing by playing his Xbox 360. Slotting in bad company, the boy listened to the disk spin in its tray, settling into his chair.
But as SpongeBob sat down, he felt a slight pulling sensation, then was sucked into the tv.
Sponge screamed as he fell in.
SpongeBob face planted into the grass, releasing a cry of pain on impact.
Spongebob slowly got up, dusting himself off.
“Where am I Gary?” The Sponge muttered to himself.
“Why you are in the bad company!” A gruff voice yelled at him.
“The worst of the worst, I will be your Sargent!”
Spongebob looked up at the gruff man speaking to him.
“But sir! I am just a sponge.”
“None of that bellyaching!” The Sargent shouted. “Now get MOVING.”
SpongeBob did as the man said, encouraged by the gun in the military man’s hand.
The Sponge ran, as fast as he could, farther than he knew he could, the Sargent seemed to be unbothered by the speed, like it was just a morning jog for him.
SpongeBob just focused on running, and not throwing up, it really was the best that-
“Not there you idiot!”
Looking around, SpongeBob realized he ran into a active war zone, a bullet immediately burrowed into his forehead.
SpongeBob awoke, the tv humming in front of him.