>Bikini Bottom… shit; I’m still only in Bikini Bottom… Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in the pineapple under the sea.
When I was home after my first tour, it was worse. I’d wake up and there’d be nothing. I hardly said a word to Sandy, until I said “yes” to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into that pineapple. I’m here a week now… waiting for a mission… getting softer. Every minute I stay in this Krusty Krab, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the seaweed, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter…

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>Oh neptune was the last words uttered into Tango’s radio. They were hit with 5×76 bullets. Squidward barely made it out but he was hunted in the jungles of north vietnam, the heartland of the NVA. It wasn’t like mideast bikini bottom where he played in the forest with his brothers. This was a jungle, strange bugs, strange animals, strange plants and violent people. He wanted to go home. He’d wanted to go back to being irritated with spongebob but that would be too long.

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