[Spongebob, for the most part, does not go to the afterparty, even after Maya invites them. He didn't want to think about anything but his mind was swirling with thoughts that he was afraid he was going to start screaming if he even thought about opening his mouth. So instead he's curled up in his bunk in the Rodgers Dorm.
It... it was better like this anyway. It's not like he could do anything to help. Maybe the more competent people here could do what he couldn't. They'd be more observant, more useful, more helpful.
He does, eventually go to the afterparty... sort of. It's really more that he's going to the kitchen for a glass of water and try to leave before he's noticed. But it's kind of hard to ignore Spongebob and just how completely miserable he looks.]
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It... it was better like this anyway. It's not like he could do anything to help. Maybe the more competent people here could do what he couldn't. They'd be more observant, more useful, more helpful.
He does, eventually go to the afterparty... sort of. It's really more that he's going to the kitchen for a glass of water and try to leave before he's noticed. But it's kind of hard to ignore Spongebob and just how completely miserable he looks.]