It was another long night and day at the Krusty Krab; I will be working 24 hour shifts all week-it's only Wednesday. My spongy hands are now pruned and soaked in grease and ketchup. "Argh! Argh! Argh!" I hear that scumbag Krabs counting his money. Ca-ching! Rings throughout my holes. I fall to my brittled knees. The only thing keeping my morale high is seeing Gary. The door flies open, "Boy, what did I tell you about not flipping those burgers?!" Mr. Krabs shouted.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs. I'm just so... so tired."

"Do you think this is a lounge where you can just sit back and relax?! No, this is the Krusty Krab! Get back to work! If I catch you slacking one more time, I swear to Neptune, that I will punish you," he told me demandingly.

"Yes, sir. First, can I go home and feed Gary? He's starving. I haven't been home all week," I said while whimpering.

"Can you go home and feed Gary?" he mockingly.

"Yes, sir," I replied. He spit on my feet and walked out. That fat bastard. I got back to work. The greasy patties were towering. We'd be closing soon, but work didn't end for me. I'd be making buns, cleaning, and organizing all night. I looked back at the dirty dishes and felt disgusted.

"SpongeBob, me boy, go scrub the poop deck," Mr. Krabs said as he threw a toothbrush at me. I grabbed it off of the floor and went to work. Someone was in there-they were shitting. It smelled so terrible; the smell went through my holes and spread. My eyes watered while I scrubbed shit off of the toilets. The farting and shitting intensified. The toilet flushed and I heard Mr. Krabs laughing. I finished most of my work and only had the last stall left, the one that Mr. Krabs was in. The shit was on the walls, floors, in and around the toilet. I immediately passed out from the smell...

I woke up in a dark room, "Where am I?" I thought to myself. I was tied up to the walls, my arms and legs were spread. "Hello?" I heard something coming toward me. The man was masked and in all black. He put his arms around my neck.

"What did I tell you about slacking off at work, boy?!" Mr. Krabs yelled. "I didn't want to have to do this to you, but you need a lesson."

"Do you do this to all of your employees? Why are you doing this to ME?!" I yelled back to him.

"Don't you know why Squidward quit? He didn't warn you?" I had to think to myself for a second.

"Spongebob, quit while you can!" , "Mr. Krabs harassed me!" , "I've never been the same!" I can hear Squidward telling me.

"No," I replied. Mr. Krabs tightened my restraints.

"Well, you need a lesson taught...in discipline," Mr. Krabs said. I shivered at the words escaping from his mouth. Mr. Krabs placed a collar around my spongy neck and let me fall from the wall. "Walk!" he shouted. I kneeled still-I was scared. "Walk, damnit!" Mr. Krabs yelled as he let out a kick onto my side. I began to walk on my hands and knees slowly. I lead him around the Krusty Krab, until there was a knock at the door. It was the police-I was saved! He hid me in the storeroom closet with tape around my mouth. "Say a word and I will end you!" he demanded from me.

"Hello, Mr. Krabs? We're here to talk about some work place harassment issues being spread about you," the officer said calmly.

"Walk right in, officer," Mr. Krabs said delightedly.