I almost never finish stuff. Anyway, here's the conclusion.
Chapter 4 and Epilogue:
Spongebob said, "Let's get going." Squidward led the way up the cellar stairs and into the kitchen. The typewriter was just yards away, getting ready to tear them to pieces.
"When I give you the signal, Spongebob, you jump into the living room to draw the typewriter's attention away from me," Squidward explained,"and I'll shoot it when I get a good aim." "You mean you're using me as bait?" Spongebob gasped in horror. "Yes, Spongebob." Squidward said, "It's our only chance if we both want to get out of this alive. Now, get going!" Squidward jabbed Spongebob into the living room.
Spongebob slowly walked in. He couldn't easily tell if the typewriter was looking at him or some place else. Suddenly, the typewriter began typing fast. "What is it typing?" Squidward mouthed, looking out the kitchen door. "Let's see here," Spongebob said, "' THE TIME HAS COME. THERE IS NO ESCAPE. GOOD-BYE.'" The doors in the living room began to swing closed and lock themselves one by one. Then, without warning, a shot rang out, and the typewriter crumbled in a small explosion. Squidward slowly walked in as a thin, pale, white mist curled out of the metal rubble and floated outside. And then complete silence.
The spirit floated down the street, a glint in the darkness. Eventually, it floated into the Krusty Krab and settled itself in the cash register.
And so this tale ends, with two friends in a room staring at a lumped pile of burning ash. If one lesson were to be learned from this, it is to never buy something that the owner is desperate to unhand.
THE END
