Squidward sat sleepily on a silky spread of softened satin, sunning his sallow skin, sipping schooners of sparkling sarsaparilla, and savouring the soothing sounds of his sensational CD of saxaphone serenades.
  'Ahh, Sunday' said Squidward, 'Silence, solitude, and sheer serenity.'
  'SURPRISE, SQUIDWARD!'
  Squidward shrieked, shooting skywards in shock, spilling sarsaparilla onto his CD, and soaking his satin sheet.
  'SPONGEBOBBBBBB!!' shouted Squidward, severely.
  Spongebob Squarepants had snuck up secretly and stood smiling stupidly, seizing a small spade and sandbucket.
  'Sorry, Squidward,' said Spongebob.
  'So you should be, Spongebrain!' snarled Squidward, squelching and slopping in a sea of sarsaparilla.
  Seeing Squidward seething, Spongebob surrendered his spade and sandbucket as a seemly solution. 'Sandcastles?' he suggested, and started scurrying around, skilfully shaping structures, singing shanties and spraying sand inside Squidward's shirt.
  'SPONGEBOBBBBBB!!' screamed Squidward, steaming as he stormed off.

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You know you've gone too far when you start constructing entire scripts. :rolleyes:

Letter: F
Theme: Magic

Drekinn
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"Let words be your palette."