"Alright, you land-lubbers, line up for your booty!" Krabs yelled. Me and Squidward lined up while he gave us our checks. It had been two weeks since last time. Even after I snatched that money from Krabs office, ends have been hard to meet. Patrick complained of starving, despite being so fat, Gary had to settle for crud, my jellyfish nets are getting tears, and I didn't even show up on the radar of San- Did I just say Sandy? I did, didn't I. I just feel angry because I saw Sandy and Larry, walking together, right next to eachother, smiling. I talked to Patrick, and even HE thought I was making a big deal, and he doesn't know a thing about love! He said so himself!
"Here you go, you scurvy dog." I felt the paper slam into my hand. I didn't even need to see to realize it'd be a bad bill. But it was worse. It was only a couple bucks on my paycheck.
"Mr. Krabs?" I said sweetly, possibly getting a better answer.
"Yes, my sponge?" He yelled angrily.
"About my pay-"
"Listen. According to the Bikini Bottom Labor Regulations," Mr. Krabs held up the book, but dropped it because it started giving him hives. "The ability of profit-sharing added to the pay of each individual employee of said establishment get a portion of their career pay minimized to offset all the add gained by profit sharing from their original pay. It says so on that page right there." I grabbed the book, and he flipped rapidly to that page. It was right there. It didn't even look added. No glue, or tape, or staples. He continued, "Basically, I can dock you guys for profit sharing."
"But there should be more money." Squidward suggested. He has life just about as bad as me. The couple of bucks couldn't even cover water bills. And I LIVE IN WATER!
"But there is!" Mr. Krabs sent us to another page. "According to this page, in a version so dumbed down that you guys should barely get it, the amount of profit shared can be any amount, and it won't affected the pay taken from your minimum wage. The amount of money is basically for each $10 I make, you guys get .00000000001 of a penny."
"Why are you making life hell for us!" I yelled. Every stared at me, all shocked. How could that sweet guy say such a thing? That's odd, considering that time I learned that "sentence enhancer". But this time, it wasn't misleading. I said it, and I meant it.
"I should be saying that to you! You stole me money!" And thus Mr. Krabs started the first fight between his employees. You know, if you didn't count the time he used Gary to attract all the coins.
"Oh, just let the millionaire whine about three dollars!" I screamed. Fish started encircling all three of us.
"People like you are sick." Squidward glared at Krabs with his typical face.
"I'm tired of those people. You know, the ones who got all moody because of money." The bond between Mr. Krabs and I was starting to fall apart.
"You mean like you? Who became a jerk for money?" Nice one, Squidward.
"No. I mean you guys. Making dents in my bank account that seem unnoticeable at first, but become more and more until I'm "Rag Boy" once again!" Mr. Krabs took notice of all the spectators and yelled, "If you guys keep watching, you've never live again!" Every fish dispersed.
"Listen, Eugene," I said calmer. "All I asked for was money for my bills. I have so much on my plate I can handle. And debt is not an option."
"And since when was Sandy on your plate? Since when was ANYTHING on your plate?" Okay, Mr. Krabs could have said worse things and I wouldn't have cared, but for him to mention the fact Sandy wasn't a part of me? That's bad. I couldn't even think straight. I wanted to punch him so hard, but I'm looking at Anchor Abs Krabs, so it couldn't happen. To the point where I felt I couldn't control myself. I saw a fish's dropped lighter, and some of Mr. Krabs money, overflowed from the register on the floor. And so, despite being underwater, I lit the money on the floor on fire. I felt a sense of power in my body for a second or two until Squidward yanked my hand and shoved me out the door into his car. He floored it and we drove into nowhere for a few miles. Then he started yelling at me like Mr. Krabs.
"Spongebob, are you crazy?"
"I don't know. What did I do?" I asked.
"You decided to send Mr. Krabs over the edge. You have destroyed the bond between you and Mr. Krabs. And there's no way it can be fixed." He only uses that voice when something unthinkable and unbelievable happens. Because something unthinkable did happen.