“This is the greater me,” explained Tin S. Man to little yellow Spongebob perched on the edge of The Table. It’s a square.
“Bahahahaha!” screeched Spongebob.
“Not an appropriate place to laugh — again.”
“And in the very next post — here let me click through — we have this.”
“That lady!” exclaimed Spongebob.
“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?”
Spongebob laughs again.
I hope to hell this works, is all Tin S. Man could think.
