One Sunday when his sons, John and Sponge Bob decided to go on a roller-coaster ride, they decided that it was best to leave the friends uninformed. As they stepped into the seat, there came a strange feeling of nirvana in John and a stranger feeling of nakedness in Sponge Bob. It startded slowly and as the coaster rumbled over the rails, it began to bobble and wobble. It entered into narrow alleys and broad sunlight. It entered into treacherous heights and bottomless pits. It went fast as a cheetah and as slow as a tortoise. When the coaster hit a particularly dark spot, Sponge Bob felt a strange feeling of aloneness and touched John.