While Ms. Puff was laying in bed after being sent to the hospital for another crash, Mrs. Puff started to talk to herself.
Mrs. Puff : That little yellow bastard got me in here again, huh?, Figures...
Mrs . Puff : I remember the first day he was in my class...
Mrs . Puff : He seemed like a okay student, heck, I thought he was one of the only ones that wasn't one of the other students.
Mrs. Puff : Sadly, he was much worse then them, whatever he did, I got punished for it, I knew he didn't mean it at first, he was too naive to realize his mistakes, but after a while, it started to take a tole on me.
Mrs . Puff : I started to go on Anti-Depressions and spend days fearing the little devil, nowadays it seemed like a regular accurence, Arrested, Injured, Arrested, Injured, it's like he didn't even care.
Mrs . Puff : I tried to report him but the Police always ignored me, "he was their best Frycook, why would he do this?"
Mrs. Puff : Well, I'll tell you why, he's a fucking monster, behind that little Naive Facade is a sadistic man-child with no sense of right or wrong...
Mrs. Puff : I'm at my least peek, I can't take him anymore, he will always be here as well, what can I do?, everyone ignores me with my crys for help, and if I do nothing about it, I might be dead by next morning...
Mrs . Puff : The only way I can get out of it is...murder.
Mrs . Puff : ...NO!, What are you thinking?, I can't just kill someone!, I'd be in jail for the rest of my life.
Mrs . Puff : But...He won't be alive to torture anyone, and I can finally live in peace without him in my life.
* While thinking to herself, the door opens as she sees a famiular face...It was...Spongebob. *