[There's what appears to be a very angry man stomping down the hallway, with an odd shade of sea blue hair and...two extra legs. When he catches you in his sights, he angrily stomps towards you with a cry of "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"]
You've got a lot of nerve interrupting my beauty sleep! [He jabs a finger at you.] I'll have you know that Mr. Krabs demands that I be at work at 6 a.m. tomorrow! [jab.] Ohhhh, but now, because of whatever stupid game you're playing, my beauty sleep has to be interrupted! [jab.] So either you fess up and get me back to my abode right now, or I will be forced to contact the proper authorities!
2. i'm not all alone in thinking that i am not all alone
[Outside of the whole...murder thing, Squidward is slowly growing more accustomed to life here. In all honestly, the idea of just sleeping all day and skipping work is an appealing thing, and he's more than happy to exploit that fact whenever he can.
But no. Today is an artistic day. One of creative pursuits. Perhaps this explains why, in the hour or two you were gone from the art room, Squidward has painted approximately 20 self-portraits of himself. They range from the common, to the abstract, to the undecipherable.
Perhaps his mother would be proud.]
Weeellll? What do you think of my masterpieces, hm?
Squidward Tentacles | The Spongebob Musical
[There's what appears to be a very angry man stomping down the hallway, with an odd shade of sea blue hair and...two extra legs. When he catches you in his sights, he angrily stomps towards you with a cry of "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"]
You've got a lot of nerve interrupting my beauty sleep! [He jabs a finger at you.] I'll have you know that Mr. Krabs demands that I be at work at 6 a.m. tomorrow! [jab.] Ohhhh, but now, because of whatever stupid game you're playing, my beauty sleep has to be interrupted! [jab.] So either you fess up and get me back to my abode right now, or I will be forced to contact the proper authorities!
2. i'm not all alone in thinking that i am not all alone
[Outside of the whole...murder thing, Squidward is slowly growing more accustomed to life here. In all honestly, the idea of just sleeping all day and skipping work is an appealing thing, and he's more than happy to exploit that fact whenever he can.
But no. Today is an artistic day. One of creative pursuits. Perhaps this explains why, in the hour or two you were gone from the art room, Squidward has painted approximately 20 self-portraits of himself. They range from the common, to the abstract, to the undecipherable.
Perhaps his mother would be proud.]
Weeellll? What do you think of my masterpieces, hm?