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Thursday 26 November 2009

Forbidden Starfish Love

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You: Sorry, I'm retarded.
Stranger: NO! THIS IS PATRICK!
You: WHAT?
You: PATRICK?
You: GET OFF HERE, YOU BASTARD
Stranger: I am not a Krusty Krab.
You: I told you not to come back here.
You: Not since...
You: The Krusty Krab incident...
Stranger: You mean when we made sweet love on the Krusty Fryers?
You: QUIET
Stranger: There is no reason to be ashamed.
You: You must not speak of this, Patrick.
Stranger: What we did was a beautiful thing. When will you learn that
You: NEVER
You: I am... ashamed.
Stranger: Fine. Hide. Hide from yourself.
You: But, Patrick!
You: I can't help who I am!
Stranger: Accept who you are.
Stranger: Love who you are.
You: But -
Stranger: Love me.
Stranger: Kiss me.
You: *kisses Patrick passionately*
You: *lifts him up onto the Krusty fryer*
You: *spreads his starfish tenticles*
Stranger: http://img.4chan.org/b/src/1259289678723.jpg
You: Oh, anon, you.
Stranger: =3
You: Well, now I just don't know what to say.
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