[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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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[directed at stan]
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Oh, haven't you heard? You specifically invited me, uhh...
[what's this guys name again] Mr. Burger King.
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[we are all roasting Stan]
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[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.]
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[also he just doesnt want to be here for continued fighting so hes ducking into the kitchen, bye]
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Mee... Meep mimuh?
[How's the weather?]
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[this muppet is now his Brethen and Burger King, an Enemy]
Ooh, what kinda wine is this?
unsanitary cw
[obvious lie But. you know]
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[TWO MAY PLAY THIS GAME]
Yeesh, that explains the stench comin' from ya. Gross
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I lived as a hobo and showered more than that. That's sick, man.
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[ you know what
he doesn't have to deal with this
he's going to the kitchen]
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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!
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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.]
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SSHHHEEELLLDDOOOONNNNN
[in a really upset tone because he just got bullied by planks orange pool noodle and also the random guy in the dining room for being a classist fuck]
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OwO
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1/?
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3/?
4/?
done
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[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.]
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You are so wise, my fine friend.