Just minutes away from sorting out their perspectives and surroundings, Timmy, Patrick, and Sponge-bob got up.
After Timmy and Libby exchanged genuine smiles, Libby herself; was dealing with a huge impact on her stomach,
inexplicably suffering some non-stop bleeding. "Sponge-bob, take care of Libby... Help her get back to HQ fast." said Tim.

"Okay... Come on, Lib." Sponge-bob balanced Libby. They were walking on their way back to headquarters.
"What are we going to do now?" Patrick questioned. Timmy thought for a moment, he realizes something.
"Patrick... Pat, we need to get back to the school and gather our guns before reinforcements come here.
Let's go, let's go..." Tim soft-spoken as both of them dashed for the building behind them.

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Along the hallway, Tim and Patrick ran and ran, desperately searching for the door to the certain arms room
that would be filled with the specific ammunition, guns, equipment and other stuff that only destruction can
dream of, more collateral damage and chaotic assaults. But for Patrick and Tim, they are intended to enforce
warm peace and earthly defense against the dominating machines.

These enemies, declaring the takeover that humans fear at the end of the world, which was no doubt terrifying to the core.

"Here!" Tim said as both of them glanced at the door to the right, in front. Patrick quickly went to a surface display board
beside the window of the room, it contained broken glass: grit and hidden with the particulates and pieces was a bronze key.
Patrick snatched it, went back to the door and inserted it in the knob and turning it frantically on unlocking the room.

Tim was just watching back at the entrance over his shoulder, expecting maybe a few foot-soldiers of the evil
machine army to come stomping in the hall by now. But it was certainly a shuddering relief. He whispered "Hurry"
anyway. The door unlocked, "This is the armory, come on, Tim." Patrick advised.

Tim and Patrick looked, searching extensively for any ideal, stronger weapons to take care of the robot soldiers
before something would go uncorked. Like the spoils of war, tumbling down to get the threat going...
"What about a 15' rifle?" Patrick suggested. "No, I think a 20 Carbine would be kill-effective for that, for the
stance you're thinkin' of." Timmy explains.

'Hmm, I was only thinking duck and cover. Not sniping.'
"I have to go for close-range combat if necessary. What do I owe
and who do I owe it to, that sort of thing..."

Patrick came across a belt of cushioned grenades and milestone detonators,
'Is there a difference between armament and detonation, I just want to know.
I was sick at that day of weaponry class.'

"I don't know, something like--- ...overload and--... -unpacking military devices?"
Timmy shuffles through a load of equipment. 'Sounds like Libby's masterful skills.
By the way, is Libby having a crush on you lately?'

Tim laughed, thoughtfully speaking "I, ----I think so. I mean,,, I hope so."
'Really?'
"Patrick, listen. I absolutely love her. But would she ever want

to go out with a guy like me, or a guy that is me in any way
after this whole war is done, finished?"
'I suppose it's a matter of time, Tim.'

"Though... time is the enemy, I reckon'.
True love is forever."
Timmy grabs a carbon gun and readies it.

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Spongebob dragging Libby in the meantime,
at this barren, depressing desert.
It seems hopeless from the start.

Another figure was running towards
them at the front, though.
Spongebob was only wondering

who could this be, as he
stares in the distance of
this quick traveller.

Sunlight reveals the certain caricatures
and details of this figure, a person;
with squiggly fingers and big round eyes
that seems elongated over his temple.

It was Squidward.
"Spongebob--- .. Spongebob,
what the hel... what the hell

is going on here?"
Spongebob answered
"Umm, robot soldiers

were here, they knew about
our group's location in-- ...in-"
He was exhausted greatly.