[Beaker is. 100% sure that the room is on fire in there. Hm. Ok. Well, he might as well take everything that's salvageable out of this apartment and hit the road.
And that's why Beaker is now shuffling towards the door with one[1] full bottle of wine crammed down his shirt. It's fine. It's fine. That was always there.
Considering the fact that Stan is apparently passed out now in-between comments[rip jimley], Beaker's torn between trying to drag him out of here. Unfortunately, his weak little Muppet arms can't really do the job. So he's just gotta hope that either Richard or Plankton has some common sense for once.
[from his spot near the front door where he's desperately trying to casually shuffle everyone Out Of His House, he turns to shout vaguely into the apartment.]
[Beaker follows Richard out the door, by which I mean Beaker follows Stan out the door because Stan is being dragged behind Richard like a limp ragdoll. Beaker's holding Stan's head off the ground, though, so it's all good.
Off to try to find an unconscious man's apartment! A story for another time, another day.
The wine bottle keeps almost slipping out of his shirt.]
Yeah, yeah, yell at me later, now's really not the time. [why isn't there a fuckin water card or something] What's your other card, all I've got is this lousy disguise one and--
[searches through his pockets quickly to check the other card]
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And that's why Beaker is now shuffling towards the door with one[1] full bottle of wine crammed down his shirt. It's fine. It's fine. That was always there.
Considering the fact that Stan is apparently passed out now in-between comments[rip jimley], Beaker's torn between trying to drag him out of here. Unfortunately, his weak little Muppet arms can't really do the job. So he's just gotta hope that either Richard or Plankton has some common sense for once.
So Stan's gonna burn to death, probably. gg]
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SHELDON! THE APARTMENT'S ON FIRE!
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NO, KAREN, IT'S JUST THE NORTHERN LIGHTS.
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Off to try to find an unconscious man's apartment! A story for another time, another day.
The wine bottle keeps almost slipping out of his shirt.]
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Karen, the house is on fire.
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[she's currently trying to shoot that blizzard card spell at the fire in the kitchen but it sure isn't working!]
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[searches through his pockets quickly to check the other card]
--fire.
[figures.]
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