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It’s a balmy summer evening.
The music is blaring. Lights flash all around you.
On your fingers is the sticky residue of cotton candy.
Your brain is racing from the sugar rush.
Out of the corner of your eye you see an inflatable SpongeBob Squarepants. Somehow, deep in your subconscious, a primal desire is triggered.
Suddenly you realize that you need an inflatable SpongeBob. It’s an insatiable lust. Without it, life will no longer have meaning…
Suddenly you hear a voice calling out to you…
“Hey! You look like a big strong guy! All you gotta do to win is knock over those three bottles! Easy as pie! That shouldn’t be a problem for a fella like yourself!”
You’re drawn in… Somehow, as if in a trance, you begin emptying your wallet. You have to prove your dominance. The carnival game begins. You have to walk away with that inflatable SpongeBob, no matter the cost or personal sacrifice.