Spongebob Ipsum

That's it mister! you just lost your brain priviliges! you mean what we thought they thought we think and thought they thought? isn't this great squidward? it's just the 3 of us. you, me, and this brick wall you built between us. it's not just any boulder... ... ..it's a rock! the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma. you're a man now, spongebob, and it's time you started acting like one. did you hear about the goldfish that went bankrupted? now he's a bronzefish. that's it mister! you just lost your brain privileges! who you callin' pinhead?! oh! i didn't realize it was happy hopping moron day! oh my god! a floating shopping list! ahhh! no gary, i don't get colds i get the suds. don't stand too close to a squirrel, billy. you'll catch its stupid. it's an alaskan bull worm! put those eyeballs back in your head, son! we'd better do what he says... he knows how to grow food. my ice cream! it's alive! aaaahhhhhhh! attention all employees! just giving you a heads-up. i'll be conducting a surprise uniform inspection in one hour. whoever doesn't pass gets the boot. they don't call me cheeks for nothing..

Moss always points to civilization. no gary, i don't get colds i get the suds. squidward, your ceiling is talking to me. the boy cries you a sweater of tears... and you kill him. but first, i'll need a garden hose and a flatbed truck and i'll need to remove your trousers..

I'm so cold, i can use my nose drippings as chopsticks. plankton: 1% evil, 99% hot gas. go out and get yourself a case of the krabbies.. Don't genius live in lamps? see, no one says cool anymore. that's such an old person thing. now we say coral, as in that nose job is so coral. you can't fool me. i listen to public radio! i guess hibernation is the opposite of beauty sleep! insurance is what i need for a crabby patty. spongebob doesn't have hair. or does he? don't we look vicious and bloodthirsty? patrick! your genius is showing! y'all better apologize, or i'll be on you like ugly on an ape. do instruments of torture count? no gary, i don't get colds i get the suds. squidward, your ceiling is talking to me. excuse me sir? you're sitting on my face... which is also my body. oh, tartar sauce. they don't call me cheeks for nothing. no, gary, i like wearing my underpants like this. hey look, a cardboard box washed up on the beach. holy fish paste, it's a guy!!! that song was so righteous! would you...sign my pants? how 'bout some soup on your best day ever?.