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>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Mr. Krabs so much, I had all the merchandise and seasons
>I pray to Mr. Krabs every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given
>"Oh yeah, Mr. Krabs." I say; "AAAAAAAAA"
>My dad hears me and calls me a barnaclehead
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Mr. Krabs
>I called him fish paste
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it's really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It's Mr. Krabs
>I am so happy
>He grabs me with his big meaty claws and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I'm ready
>I spread my ass-cheeks for Mr. Krabs
>He penetrates my butt-hole
>It hurts so much but I do it for Eugene
>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please Mr. Krabs
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love
>My dad walks in
>Mr. Krabs looks him straight in the eyes and yells "AAAAAAAAAAA"
>Mr. Krabs leaves through my window