"Tea" Party

"SpongeBob..." Patrick said, palms shaking and sweaty. "Don't make me do this, SpongeBob."

Patrick's former best friend, however, had abandoned any other thought.
Any other thought, besides hunger.

"Don't do this to me, SpongeBob," Patrick said, tears welling in his eyes.

SpongeBob snarled and lunged for Patrick's neck.

"...I'm sorry, SpongeBob.."

A deafening shot fired out of Patrick's gun, silencing SpongeBob, for good.

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"AAGH!"

You arose from your Wonderlandian drug-induced stupor with a scream, and a question.

"W-w-where's SpongeBob?!"
You spun your head around, frantically searching for your yellow friend.

"...Jeez, kid, and I thought *I* sounded crazy when I was high. Who's 'SpongeBob?'"
The Mad Hatter across the table from you inquired.

You tried to stop yourself from trembling, breathing in, and out. In... and out.

"I.. I don't know."
You looked around.
"Where am I?"


"Wonderland, kid."
The Mad Hatter responded to question with a snicker, like a child who's just told his first "your mother" joke.

"Oh, right."
You came back to your senses, and looked over to the Cheshire Cat and the March Hare sucking on each other's tongues and moaning.

"...That was some heavy shit. I think I'm gonna lay off that stuff for a while," you said and you looked at a substance reminiscent of purple cocaine.


"Eh, your loss."
The Hatter snorted some of it, had what looked to be an orgasm, and flopped to the ground, her pants leaking "hat syrup."