[center][h1][b][i]SPONGEBYRNE THE FOREBODEN[/i][/b][/h1] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427626041813630987/574405748864319527/image0.gif[/img][/center] Detroit. Detroit, Detroit, Detroit. SpongeByrne had hoped to never set foot inside this godforsaken city. Not after what he'd heard. Horror stories and the like. You know. Old Man Ford cutting up little orphan boys and using them as furniture. The baseball man shoving orbs up the urethras of anyone who wasn't guarding their tunnel of urine. And the worms....... SpongeByrne shuddered. As he phased through planes, aligning himself so that he might stake out the city more clearly, he felt a mighty aura. The aura of a killer. And then, he saw him, in the distance. Goofykins... Hesitation. Perhaps the first time he'd felt it in aeons. Should he approach? What did that psychopath have planned? Was the Infernal using him as a pawn? Using all of us as pawns? SpongeByrne took a bite of whole swordfish. Bitter, sweet, wonderful. Perhaps a farewell to the life of relative comfort he'd lived. Things were about to go downhill very, very quickly. Where else to be, though? SpongeByrne finished the fish in one bite and walked after the psycho killer. Not one with intent pure enough to make a song, however. One of malice and disgust. They had much to discuss