[Spongebob, frankly, feels a little awkward approaching Farrah tonight. He knows she doesn't hate him, but he still feels responsible for the previous day. He wished he could do something, anything, to show her that he is going to actually be there for her. The last thing he wants is to have Farrah thing that this could happen again and that she can't come to him for help.
Suddenly, an idea comes to mind. His body still aches, it aches a lot, but he was a young sponge; one dance wouldn't kill him. He shakily gets up, goes to submit a song request, and quickly makes his way to Farrah.]
Hey, Farrah, how about a dance?
[He holds his good arm out at Farrah, expecting her to grasp it.]
Music Requests
Suddenly, an idea comes to mind. His body still aches, it aches a lot, but he was a young sponge; one dance wouldn't kill him. He shakily gets up, goes to submit a song request, and quickly makes his way to Farrah.]
Hey, Farrah, how about a dance?
[He holds his good arm out at Farrah, expecting her to grasp it.]