Being married to a magician can be pretty scary. But if your wife is as cute as mine, and she has the ability to turn you into her bikini, you will realize that it is not bad, gents. Not bad at all. My wife is very sensible though, and doesn’t like having me transformed all the time. But this time, I offered her this awesome trip to Hawaii, on one stipulation. And now we’re here, and I’m on her chest so we can “save air fare”. One hell of a vacation, and she’s not the lucky one. If you can find a pretty girl, and she’s a magician, boys, she’s a keeper.
Bikini Bottom: What, another game?! C’mon, hun, the Olympics are over now.
Jenny: So? What if I thought you were one of the best swimsuit shorts ever, and I just wanted to play with you on one more time.
Bikini Bottom: Oh shucks, I didn’t know you liked me that much. But seriously, it’s been six long months of nonstop action. After this game, hun? Please?
Jenny: I’ll think on it. But right now, I need to play some Volleyball.
I’m wet! Cassandra, I thought I told you, water makes it permanent!
“You expect me to wear you as a swimsuit, and not get wet! Hell, why’d you turn into a swimsuit anyway?”
I thought it’d be fun…and now, that’s all I am. That’s all I’ll ever be.
“You told me it feels good…didn’t you?”
Yeah, it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, but forever. No more humanity.
“Aw, you’ll get used to it, swimsuit. And looky what we have here, isn’t that lifeguard over there just fine“
Swimsuit? I have a name….it’s….it’s….oh my god, I forgot. I really am just a swimsuit. That’s my whole being, all I’ll ever be in life. Lord, help me!
“Well you know what they say, out with the old, and in with the new. Now shut up, I think I’m getting lucky tonight.”