Krabs usually ordered him to do the grease trap every six months. Forty five minutes later and the grease trap was finally clean. “Phew!” Spongebob finally exhaled, wiping the sweat (or grease, probably) off his forehead. Speaking of which, he needed to empty the grease trap after his shift.
#PHEW SPONGEBOB PLUS#
It never took long for the sight of his favourite tentacled coworker plus neighbour (plus best friend) as well as the heavenly smell of heart-clogging grease to lift his spirits.
“Nonsense, boy” Krabs would reply thickly, ashing his cigar in a Krusty Krab takeaway cup, “Whatever plight in me health, I make up for with a hearty bowl o’ kelp grits and three sets o’ sailor squats e’ry morning.”Īfter being yelled at, usually something about patties not being flipped themselves, Spongebob would return to the kitchen in defeat. “But sir,” Spongebob would squeak while practically wringing his work hat, “Smoking is bad for you!” Krabs would reuse the same cigar seventeen times before it’s reduced to ashes. Of course, being the cheapskate he is, Mr. It was one of those beefy, brown ones that Spongebob only saw rich folk like Lady Upturn or scary Italians in mafia movies smoke. Krabs indulging in a cancer stick while counting bills in his office. Even worse than swearing.Īnd if there was one thing he loathed about work, which shouldn’t be hypothetically let alone practically possible, it was the sight of Mr. Instead, Spongebob filed it in a completely separate compartment in his brain.īecause Spongebob was a well-rounded guy in all things but physique. Sure, that can be grouped with vandalism, shoplifting, break-and-entering, swearing and the other immoral acts that should never ever be carried out, but it’s not.
If there was one thing that was carved into Spongebob’s pipsqueak brain, glazed, and displayed in a fine arts gallery: Avoid Immoral Behaviour.
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