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[andbegone]

sheldon j plankton

• Lives in Vista Way
• Works as a loser

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[andbegone]

[he just stares after him, watching him walk in before hastily closing the door before anyone else can invite themselves over. he follows the old-timer in towards the kitchen, entirely bewildered.]

Who are you and how did you find my house?

[mister_mystery]

Pfft, what fellow conman doesn't know where people live?

[that answers nothing, he's gonna go ahead join the rest of the group]

[seasonthree]

Who let this poor person in here?

[directed at stan]

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker has found a glass of wine and is sipping it, watching this disaster unfold before him.]

[andbegone]

He let himself in. Believe me, I had nothing to do with him being here. I don't even know him.

[seasonthree]

[looks at beaker]

[flowersonthewall]

[winesip]

[seasonthree]

Well? Do you know him, pool noodle?

[flowersonthewall]

Mi-meep mi mee-muh mimimi.

[mister_mystery]

[Casually pours one out for himself]

Oh, haven't you heard? You specifically invited me, uhh...

[what's this guys name again] Mr. Burger King.

[andbegone]

Look. I don't care who did and who didn't invite who. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner he can leave.

[we are all roasting Stan]

[flowersonthewall]

Mi-meep mee-me mimimeep!

[There's no need for bracket text anymore because there's two characters here who will ignore anything Beaker tries to say and just assume whatever they want for the meeps. Hi. How're you, person reading this? I hope your day is good.]

[andbegone]

My thoughts exactly. Richard, don't execute him. I'm going to check on the roast.

[also he just doesnt want to be here for continued fighting so hes ducking into the kitchen, bye]

[flowersonthewall]

["Roast," huh? [telltale games voice] beaker will remember that]

Mee... Meep mimuh?

[How's the weather?]

[mister_mystery]

Good, good, you?

[this muppet is now his Brethen and Burger King, an Enemy]

Ooh, what kinda wine is this?

unsanitary cw

[seasonthree]

........Pig's piss wine. Perfect for a poor person like yourself.

[obvious lie But. you know]

[mister_mystery]

Oh, you made it yourself?? That explains so much!

[TWO MAY PLAY THIS GAME]

Yeesh, that explains the stench comin' from ya. Gross

[seasonthree]

I'll have you know I shower once a month!

1/2

[mister_mystery]

HAH!

2/2

[mister_mystery]

Wait, for real? I lived as a hobo and showered more than that. That's sick, man.

[seasonthree]

....................


[ you know what




he doesn't have to deal with this



he's going to the kitchen]

1/2?

[andbegone]

[meanwhile. in the kitchen.

Plankton opens the oven doors to find nothing but a cloud of smoke and a roast that's so burnt that it's, in fact, currently on fire. he slams the oven door shut hurriedly before anyone can take notice to the smoke, and then slams a hand against his forehead dramatically.]

Oh, egads! My roast is ruined!

2/2

[andbegone]

[in desperation, his eye catches the window that overlooks the view outside. you know, there's an awful lot of food stands in the parks, and that thought just happens to give him an idea.]

But what if... I were to purchase park food and disguise it as my own cooking? Hohoho, delightfully devilish, Sheldon.

[he opens the window and hoists one leg up over the ledge, prepared to climb out.]

[flowersonthewall]

Mee-muh mimimi meep-mi! Mi-muhmeep?

[All he knows is that he found it in a cabinet, it looked like it was expensive, and he's gonna drain Plankton's savings drop by petty drop. Here's the bottle, go nuts.]

[mister_mystery]

[kermit nodding dot gif]

You are so wise, my fine friend.