It was midnight at the Krusty Krabs. Way past closing time. Spongebob and Patrick were sitting at a table, discussing an issue...
They decided that they were not putting up with Mr. Krabs bs anymore. And being two dorks that almost turned gay was no longer their style...
"Patrick." Spongebob started with a glare. "We have to take care of some business ese."
Spongebob leaned in closer to Patrick, as if this conversation was top-secret.
"I saw Mr. Krabs' cheap a** wit mad green. He sat in his office counting it all. It must've been about one thosand bucks, homes." Spongebob said.
Patrick's mind was soon filled with glorious thoughts of all that cash. He dazed out and almost had drool coming out of his damn mouth.
Patrick, out of his daze, positioned in his seat.
"Spongebob, we have to get that money man. If we want to make a change, then we gotta get that cash money, ese." Patrick stated. He was determined to get his hands on that green.
"Alright, mi compradre, it's settled. We take that cheap a**'s money." Spongebob stuck out his hand across the table.
Patrick didn't hesitate. He shook Spongebob's hand.
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