A/N: PLEASE BE WARNED: THIS FAN-FIC IS NOT FOR CHILDREN BECAUSE IT CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE! PLEASE TAKE DISCRETION BEFORE READING AND REVIEW! ALSO, THIS IS MEANT FOR A PARODY AND I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST SPONGEBOB! AND NOW, ENJOY...

A/N #2: ATTENTION! I am making a huge Subconsious Theatre database in the Misc. section. In the review section, give me a cartoon I should do first. Much obliged.

Subconsious Theatre: Spongebob Squarepants...

The big foghorn alarm clock that would probably blow out a normal person's eardrums wakes Spongebob up without a problem.

SPONGEBOB: I'm awake! Now I can go on to my dead end job and contemplate about how much of a fucking loser I am! Hooray!

He gets into his one-piece clothing and goes on his way. Patrick blocks his way.

PATRICK: Hey, Spongebob! Wanna go jelly-fishing and talk about how we can be more than just friends?

SPONGEBOB: No thanks, ya lowlife moron. I've gotta go to the Krusty Krab. Last time I was late, Mr. Krabs beat me with a sack of oranges!

Spongebob moves on his way.

PATRICK: (crying) Someday, my love.

Eventually, Spongebob gets to the Krusty Krabs, a dingy but strangely popular hamburger stand owned by the famous and cheap Mr. Krabs.

SPONGEBOB: Good morning, Squidward! How are you?

SQUIDWARD: Fuck you, Spongebob.

SPONGEBOB: (laughing) Good one, Squidward! I'll continue to pretend that you didn't say anything and that were best pals!

Spongebob moves to his station, where he begins to make fatty, deep-fried hamburgers that will probably make all the fish in Bikini Bottom die of obesity-related heart attacks.

MR. KRABS: Spongebob, continue to deep fry those hamburger patties. And while you're at it, spinkle MSG and cyanide on those french fries. Salt and pepper cost too much!

SPONGEBOB: Sure thing, Mr. Krabs! I love working 119 hours a week and still qualifing for welfare!

MR. KRABS: Just remember, Spongebob. If you ever stop working for me, I'll slit your throat.

SPONGEBOB: Hooray!

5 hours later...

SPONGEBOB: Mr. Krabs! I'm off to my lunch break now!

MR. KRABS: (laughing) Oh, Spongebob! You don't qualify to have a lunch break until you work another 156 hours...without a raise.

SPONGEBOB: Say, Mr. Krabs! I think that's an unfair way to treat your workers.

MR. KRABS: Well, you don't hear Squidward complaining, do you?

SQUIDWARD: Fuck you, Mr. Krabs.

MR. KRABS: That's the kind of attitude I expect from my workers. Good job, Squidward!

The cheap bastard rounds on Spongebob.

MR.KRABS: You could learn something from this depressed drone, Spongebob.

SPONGEBOB: Mr. Krabs, you know that I've put up a helluva lot from you, but if you decide to do the most minor thing you've ever done in years, I'm going on strike!

MR. KRABS: Yeah, well bring it on, you lousy sponge!

After a hilarious transition, Spongebob is on strike outside the restaurant.

MR. KRABS: Goddamn it, me and my mouth. Squidward, what are we going to do?!

SQUIDWARD: I suggest that you find a new frycook. Preferably one that's less of a dipshit than the Sponge.

MR. KRABS: Squidward, that's a fantastic idea! What hilarious shenanigans will I go through to find a new one?

Find out after we return from our commercial and we see what happens on...Subconsious Theatre!!

TO BE CONTINUED!

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