Musing
Business was slow one afternoon at the Krusty Krab, and Spongebob, having already sung all of his current favorite songs, was becoming increasingly bored. Sensing this from experience, Squidward mentally groaned and counted down to the inevitable—
"Hey, Squidward?"
Ugh. He had not even gotten down to one this time.
"Hrm," he grunted in reply.
"I was just thinking…Do you think I'll ever get married?"
Squidward took a moment to rack his brain for the ideal witty and hurtful answer to give him. But as the appropriate moment was about to slip by he settled for something milder. "To what? A rock? That would probably be your best bet, seeing as it couldn't complain about you." He afforded the remark one of his nasal chuckles before turning back to his magazine.
But he soon felt an odd tingling on the back of his head, and before he had time to rub at it he realized he was actually detecting Spongebob's gaze still fixed on him. He looked back at his co-worker with a scowl.
"Don't look at me that way! I'm not going to be the unlucky lady who ends up with you."
This made Spongebob giggle. "Dahahaha, oh Squidward. I think I would be the lady."