Old Mabel had trouble getting to sleep. She kept thinking of poor Snowmanster and Spongebub and Snowbob. She decided to teleport back to the room where it happened. She simply typed “Ask” to find the location. Interesting.
“That woman over there must have seen it all,” she says while within. “Ma’am, are you alive?” No answer.
“What’s she staring at?” Old Mabel moved her camera angle behind the slut’s head.
“The drink machine? Hmmm, no drinks within.”
Then it dawned on Old Mabel as the sun sphere touched the horizon. Opening!
“This is the greater me,” explained Tin S. Man to little yellow Spongebub perched on the edge of The Table. It’s a square.
“Bahahahaha!” screeched Spongebub.
“Not an appropriate place to laugh — again.”
“And in the very next post — here let me click through — we have this.”
“That lady!” exclaimed Spongebub.
“Yes. When Mr. Keat Owens pays a visit to you tomorrow, you *do not* know this, um, lady. You erase her memory from your mind. Do you understand? Snowmanster’s existence depends on it. Your wife’s very existence, I said. We can save her through careful collaging, but you have to help us. The detective — Mr. Keat Owens again — cannot make the connection between the two. He must remain in the dark. Do you *understand* Mr. Squarepants?”
Spongebub laughs again.
I hope to hell this works, is all Tin S. Man could think.