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[andbegone]

sheldon j plankton

• Lives in Vista Way
• Works as a loser

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[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.]

[seasonthree]

[busts in here]

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]

[mister_mystery]

[]

[andbegone]

[JESUS]

Richard!! I was just-- uh--

[he bends over to grab his foot, feigning a stretch.]

--stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise. Care to join me?

[seasonthree]

[squints




looks at the oven]


Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Sheldon?

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker pops his head into the room, his eyes brimming with judgement. He's still sipping his wine.

Beaker remembers the roast.

What will you do, Sheldon?]

[andbegone]

Uh--

[he looks to the oven. back towards the others.]

--that isn't smoke! It's steam. Steam from the steamed clams we're having.

[flowersonthewall]

[seasonthree]

OwO

[mister_mystery]

[seasonthree]

[ok gang let's duck outta the kitchen bye bye planky wanky]

[andbegone]

[he breathes a sigh of relief before climbing back out the window and rushing to the nearest Place That Happens To Sell Food. you know. That Place.

Some Time Passes, and when he returns from the kitchen, he's got a tray in his hands to present to the three at the table.]

Well, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering hamburgers!

[seasonthree]

I... thought we were having steamed clams.

[flowersonthewall]

[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.