Chapter 3
"Krabs!" Plankton screeched.
Plankton was not about to be lectured by Mr. Krabs, his mortal enemy.
"Karen, let's get out of here before this crunchy greed ball tries to take our money!"
"Not so fast!" Mr. Krabs yelled. "I have been a victim of your thievery too many times! Now I can finally get my revenge!"
Suddenly, two fish appeared, each carrying a pronged device. Plankton thought they must be cattle prods. Escape would be impossible now. Or would it?
"What do you want from me? I can give you Karen, just spare my life!"
Plankton's plea did not make Karen happy at all, and further added to Mr. Krab's belief that they were there for marriage counseling rather than to address the hot sauce issue. In fact, Karen was so peaved that she rolled over Planton, breaking his legs.
"Owww! What the pickle fruit was that for you piece of noodle?"
"How dare you offer me up to a greasy, crusty reverend slash fast food restaurateur?! I am your wife and I have been with you through thick and thin, and I wasn't even going to leave you after this hot sauce ordeal, but I have had enough! We are getting a divorce!" Karen yelled.
"Karen, I know Plankton is an evil little scumball, but you will go directly to hell if you divorce him. And since he is definitely also going to hell, you will have to spend eternity with him. That doesn't sound fun, does it?" Mr. Krabs interjected.
"Well, no, but I'm a computer. Can I even go to hell? Can I even die? I mean, does the church even recognize computer-microorganism marriages?" Karen questioned.
"Eh, um, you see, those are questions that we clergymen believe are better left untouched, and I, erm, I don't think we recognize those marriages, so, um, that's double the hell for you! You'll be going to hell squared for what you've done!"
"But Reverend, I am a computer! Ah, screw it! Plankton, let's leave."
"Karen, honey, there are men here with cattle prods. We can't get through them." Plankton explained.
"Oh, right."
"And you broke my legs so I can't walk. And you don't have any arms."
"I can see where I have caused an issue. My bad."
Neither Plankton nor Karen wanted to be in this church any longer, but they were stuck until they could come up with a plan to escape. Mr. Krabs was a very stubborn man, and he was even more difficult to deal with now that he had the hand of God on his side.
"Look, Rev. Krabs. We just want to go, and we'll leave you alone for all eternity if you just let us go now." Plankton bargained.
"Hmm, I don't like bargaining with such sinners! But I might be more persuaded with a little mon-ay, if you know what I mean."
Plankton and Karen did not have much money, but they discussed Krabs' proposition, and decided they could spare some change to get out of this told the reverend they'd give him $50 to let them go.
"Why take $50 when I can have 10%? Here's the deal, I'll let you go if you join my church- including the 10% of your income given to me, Reverend Eugene Krabs. How does that sound?"
"Throw in the hot sauce counseling and you've got yourself a deal!" Karen exclaimed.