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Plankton paced back forth on the table, loudly monologing his plans to all that would listen. Sadly for her, Karen was being forced to listen.
"OK, so the nanobots failed," mused Plankton, "No biggie, I've got plenty of other plans to go through today."
"Oh boy," sighed Karen.
"Let's see, we could use the universe transmogrifyer…"
"Please don't," groaned Karen, "I'm not letting you get us stuck in the Film Noir World…again."
"Hey!" snapped Plankton, "I got us out of that one, didn't I?"
"After nearly getting us killed," reminded Karen.
"Hey, it's not my fault I destroyed Al Capone's car!" growled Plankton, defensively.
"Sure it wasn't."
"I could use that cyborg we stashed in the basement," continued Plankton, "But I don't think I can put up with its moaning."
"He's begging for death," reminded Karen.
"Hey, it's not my fault his life is a living hell," shrugged Plankton.
"You were the one who ran him over!"
Plankton continued to think.
"I've got it!" he exclaimed, "Killer robots!"
"Plankton, that never works!" snapped Karen.
"Drat you, woman!" exclaimed Plankton.
He sat at the edge of the table, thinking some more.
"What can I do?" he mused, "Am I doomed just to sit here, throwing my life away? Wait a minute…"
Plankton looked up.
"Life!" he realised.
He jumped to his feet and made a dramatic pose.
"I shall create an army of the walking dead!" he declared dramatically.
"Uh-huh," groaned Karen, "And how do you intend to do that?"
"Karen!" shouted Plankton, "We're going to Shady Shoals!"
Karen's computerised eyes blinked.
"I cannot even begin to tell you how offensive that statement was," she deadpanned.
"Quiet," snapped Plankton, "I'm going to go mind control old people. You coming?"
"No," replied Karen, "Bring back lunch."
Plankton marched dramatically out the door.
He was soon back again.
"How'd it go?" asked Karen, "Did it work?"
Plankton said nothing, mumbling as he walked to his lab.
"I'll take that as a 'no,'" decided Karen.
Plankton stepped onto his table again and gave an agonised growl.
"I can't convince them to put on the helmets!" he snapped, "They're all too afraid of enclosed spaces!"
"You poor failure," sighed Karen, unsympathetically.
"There's got to be some way to get that formula," groaned Plankton, "I have the science! I just need the science that works!"
He looked around his lab, fuming.
His eyes caught on a small machine in the corner.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Karen, why haven't I thrown out that voodoo doll creator yet?"
He paused for a second.
"That's it!" he exclaimed at last.
He dived off the table and ran towards the machine…
Squidward sighed as Patrick somewhat awkwardly made his way into the Krusty Krab. He walked (or was it skipped?) to the register, and leaned frighteningly close to Squidward.
"Patrick," Squidward growled, "Can't you behave like a normal person?"
"GREETINGS, SQUIDWARD!" bellowed Patrick, in an oddly deep voice, "CAN YOU APPROPRIATE THE DESTINATION OF MY CLOSEST AQUAINTANCE, SPONGEBOB?"
Squidward stared for a second.
"…yeah, it's his day off," he replied, hesitantly, "He's in Jellyfish Fields."
"THANK YOU, MY SIX-LEGGED COMPATRIOT!" shouted Patrick, "NOW I SHALL MAKE MY WAY IN HIS GENERAL DIRECTION! TOO-DA-LOO!"
Patrick flew out the door like a thrown doll.
Squidward rolled his eyes.
"You've done better, Plankton," he sighed, opening up his magazine.