Quoted By:
"Oh, spongebob... you incompetent, yellow twit... if only you knew... if only you knew the rage, the utter animosity which I've buried deep within like a casket filled with only regret... the violent outbursts which seeped into the surface like putrid puss were but a fraction, squarepants, a fraction of the true vitriol which I held for you.
Squarepants... you are cut from the nape of the earth. Like a maggot digs through flesh your very image, the revolting sight of your face twisted in utter happiness and delight has been scorched into me... into my mind like an unholy tattoo flayed into my skin. Was it malice, squarepants... ? All which I've suffered from your doing, was it malice? Or was it... haphazard joy? Yes, that it was. A joy so strong that it begged the constant irritation to be appeased. As long as there is joy, who cares who gets hurt along the way, correct?
But I've been having my own kind fun, Squarepants... the kind of fun only someone such as I can enjoy to it's fullest potential. Like an artist splatters onto a canvas, like a chef slices meat, I am a creator. How do you believe gods laugh at the cruel absurdities of mortal coil and the collective anguish of all fishkind as though they were but childish banter, spongebob? To simply laugh away the suffering of others as naught but a triviality... the way king Neptune laughs at fish... I can assure you spongebob, it feels quite empowering. Like a god, I've gazed into your abyss and said "let there be light!" And from my bosom a song of life, death, suffering and pleasure all orchestrated like a beautiful symphony on my clarinet. I am a musician.
