CHAPTER 9
"Alright, Eugene, you've brought three of your underwater friends here, did ya?" I curiously asked the now grinning crab.
Indeed, Eugene had brought along some friends all the way here in the studio. And these three creatures are a whole lot weirder than the red crab himself… ugh, I just feel sick tonight.
I first noticed that yellow porous-lookin' creature – who, to me, looks like a frickin' kitchen sponge – in a matching pair of square pants. Wow, is there any grease invasion tonight? Where's the dishwashing soap, by the way?
Uh, anyway, let's get this straight… literally.
"Yo, little, uh… sponge, please introduce yourself and your two other friends to us." I said to him.
The sponge didn't hesitate; he stood up, gave a mock salute and said, "Aye, aye, sir! My name's Spongebob Squarepants, and I am the best fry cook under the seven seas! Daa! Daa! Daa!"
Here's one conclusion I'll give: if Eugene's laugh is already hurting my eardrums – and enlivening the audience – then Spongebob's (or should I simply call him "Bob?") chuckling is going to shatter even my cochlea into pieces. Curses, these creatures sure are ear-breakers!
Next to introduce himself was this dumb-looking pink chubby creature that looks like a star of sorts. He stood up, raised his right arm into the air – as if we're all taking an oath - and said simply…
"Hi!"
"And what's your name, yo?" I immediately asked.
He eagerly answered me. "Uh, my name is… uh… uh…"
My eagerness was immediately erased as soon as I noticed that he was petrified, with icky saliva drooping from his wide open mouth. It's frickin' gross indeed, a lot more gross than Ruriko's runny nose or a poisonous snake on sensei Onizuka's, uh… I think Anko knows all about it.
I can't stand it anymore; I have to do something. Or, somehow, Kagome could do the job for me. I picked up my mobile phone and called the banker.
"Hey, Reno, banker's here! What's up?" he said.
"I would like to request Miss Kagome Higurashi to come back here to the studio… and please tell her to bring along that Inu-Yasha guy here."
"Of course, Reno! As you said it!" He cut off the connection afterwards.
About fifteen seconds later, Kagome, along with a punk-lookin' Inu-Yasha, in a black leather jacket, dark blue denim jeans, army boots and a pair of Rei-Gun sunglasses , came to our podium.
"Kagome-chan, we're glad you're both here!" said Dita.
"The banker called us up!" replied Kagome.
"Nah, what in the world am I doing here?" Inu-Yasha said.
I immediately stated the reason… "If it's okay for you, Mister Inu-Yasha, I would like to borrow that mystic necklace of yours for a minute, just for emergency."
He immediately agreed. "Well, of course, Reno! I'm tired of Kagome using this torture device against me all the while!"
Inu-Yasha immediately took off the necklace from his neck and handed it over to me. In turn, I placed it on the still petrified creature's neck. Upon doing so, I turned to Kagome and told her, with a thumb up, "Now, say it!"
She immediately responded with her catchphrase… "Sit, boy!"
As soon as she said that, the pink creature fell flat on his face, simply saying one word…
"Patrick…"
"So, Patrick is his name, I see…" I said to myself.
Right after that, that Inu-Yasha guy took his necklace off the fallen starfish. Afterwards, he and Kagome waved goodbye to Dita before walking towards the exit. Well, all I could say is good luck for their pursuit against Sesshoumaru.
Back to our underwater guests, the third and final creature didn't hesitate to introduce himself as soon as Patrick's lying face flat. He's bluish in color, bald-headed (like the banker) and had six tentacles; he's close to being a look alike of those Mars People, those squid-looking aliens fought by the heroes Marco Rossi and Tarma Roving III.
The bluish bald creature first bowed down gallantly – once again, like Lee Chaolan – and began his somewhat poet-like introduction.
"Hi, I am Squidward Tentacles – although I am actually an octopus – and I can play a clarinet with expertise."
By simply listening to his voice, I knew that even Squidward's (or Edward's) raspy voice doesn't make him rightful enough to play any blues or jazz music. Let alone his tone's likeness to a steam-powered train on full volume.
Gladly that was all of them. One more talking sea creature and I'll have a tempura-related nightmare tonight.
Turning towards Eugene, I asked him.
"So, shall start the round right now?"
I knew he was eager to open the next cases – he said "Aye, of course!" like a pirate – and so I said those words…
"If that's so, then choose four briefcases!"
