That’s YOUR hat, Mr. Krabs. YOU WERE NUMBER ONE! There will NEVER be another number one. You are the only one allowed to wear that hat. Others can just ear wear Foxy Grandpa. They’re Foxy, anyway.
Cheer up. You’ll get yours someday, even if Squilliam Fancyson won’t leave you alone. Somebody has to be the voice of reason. Now sit down, FIRMLY GRASP you clarinet, and relax. Oh, wait, one more thing: Have you finished those errands?
You got SpongeBob, didn’t you? Well, you should be proud! You are literally the show. The show ceases to exist without SpongeBob in the name. IT’S DONE! TOAST! SMECKLEDORFED! Rev up those fryers, let’s get down to business.
