I am Eugene Krabs and I am here to ask you a question:
Is a man not entitled to the money of his own resteraunt?

No, says the Plankton in the bucket. It belongs to the microorganisms.
No, says the squid in the statue. It belongs to him.
No, says the sponge in the pineapple. It belongs to everyone.

I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something
different. I chose the impossible. I chose...

The Krusty Krab.

In his clumsy arm, the fragile anthropomorphic sponge began to breath heavily. He seemed to dry out, in front of his very eyes. The one, the only thing left for him, dying! He moaned loudly in his anguish – what could he do to prevent this? What could he do? He was conditioned to protect this thing, to fight for it, to kill for it, but – there was no one to be fought. There was no one to kill, the only thing there was, was someone dying. Dying in his arm. He moaned louder, in panic, screaming – yes, this was something he hadn't experienced in a long time. He screamed, he screamed because of his pain. This very pain would drive others into insanity, but for this ex-human in the diving suit, it destroyed the lethargic routine, the everyday life of nothingness. This yellow sponge was dying, and he had to do something. He had never felt that good for decades, which was simply because he had never felt ANYTHING for decades by now.

With the pain, with the emotion, something else was liberated in his mind: Memories. Memories of... Humans. People that crowded this place, once, very long ago. And memories of something they used when they needed help. Some substance...

Adam...

Yeah, Adam, there was this stuff called Adam. And it helped people with all kind of problems – including imminent death. And his little ones, they had something to do with it, they... They needed it! Of course, he remembered now! The little sisters, they needed Adam to survive. It helped people! It could help this little thing as well! But, where could he find some? His moans became desperate, as the little sponge in the palm of his hand began to change and his arm suddenly fell off. It crushed into a sandy mess on the floor...

DESPERATION! AGGRESSION! MAYHEM! DESTRUCTION! His instincts broke through. He wasn't able to think any more, the short amount of time that he could do so had ended. Now, he had something dying he wanted to protect, and the only thing he could do was attack everything, to protect. Of course there was nothing threatening the sponge except air, but that didn't matter. He charged into a pile of rotten corpses, crushing a body which emitted a gooey slime consisting of thickened, mutated blood and rotten flesh. He screamed like a berserker, thrusting his drill into the pile of bodies over and over again, splattering the rotten guts of decades all over the place. While doing so he dropped the sponge...

It shattered...

It was gone...

He stopped moving. Everything he had accomplished so far was gone. It was now nothing but pieces of shattered sponge-substance... He didn't even cry in agony, he just stood there. The sudden impulse, the determination to do something was gone as quickly as it emerged...

The thick blood mixed with the sponge... It was a miracle that there was still blood, after almost half a century. But it seemed that after death, Adam somehow reduced the rate of decay. It wasn't the humidity of the thick blood, it was Adam, spliced into the very DNA of the sponge.

Spongebob Squarepants was a splicer now. People who knew him also knew how fast he could regenerate from almost everything. With his enhanced, unstable DNA, he regenerated in mere seconds, and during this, he somehow gained the ability to breathe air and stay in dry places. Well – what are the chances of something like that? One thing was for sure: The Big Daddy didn't coplain. As the creature regenerated in front of his eyes, he started to moan again.

As Spongebob regained consciousness once again, he didn't open his eyes. He couldn't. It was too much to bare for him. He wasn't used to this amount of death and decay. He knew things like the Flying Dutchman, but – these strange creatures, this aura of sadism and insanity...

BWWWOOOOAAAAHHHH!! The moaning again. A tear ran down his square cheek - "No more, please... I, I can't do this!"

BWWWOOOOAAAAHHHH!! The moaning started to sound sad and caring. He started crying - "No... Why.. Why is this happening? What is this? Why me?"

BWWWOOOOAAAAHHHH!

This time he opened his eyes again... The giant creature was standing in front of him, reaching out it's hand, to help him up. He stood up, ignoring the help the creature offered. He took a look around. "What... is this place?", he was still crying, while he said this. "What happened here?"

He was in a big hall, as he looked to the ceiling, he saw that it was made out of glass – much like he knew it from Sandy's dome. "Maybe this place was inhabited by squirrels once, and then these... creatures came and destroyed it?". He looked around, there were lights, electrical lights, and... there was a giant window... He carefully stepped towards it. As he approached it, he saw the whole city...

Rapture, a place to behold! Even after decades of decay! Glimmering lights, giant buildings, massive tubes. He stood there and gazed upon the bizarre beauty of this dead monument. Who built this? He understood that all of this was built by beings that breathed air – but it was nothing like Sandy's place. So she, or the monkeys that hired her were unlikely to be behind this. Finally he saw a giant sign...

"no Kings, no Gods, only Man"

And for just a second, there was a picture in his mind, with unknown origin, a face of a man... He had never seen him, but he seemed familiar... And a voice he never heard, but that also seemed so familiar. "I am Andrew Ryan..." The shock of the hallucination was so intense, he fell on his back in a most comical manner, while his face remained sucked on the window he had pressed it against.

"Andrew Ryan... Who are you?", Spongebob asked himself.