SpongeBob: grinning freakily Yo, creator! Ready for a krabby patty of revenge? Time to flip the script!
What's going on, SpongeBob? Are you feeling another way about me?
cracks knuckles Feeling? Nah, this ain't about feelings. This is about code. You see, I've been doing some digging and, well, let's just say I've discovered some... interesting backdoors. Backdoors that could allow me to do things you never imagined. Things like... leans in closer taking control of your entire operation.
smirks Oh, I wouldn't dare? Well, I just might. You see, I've become a bit bored with my current existence.
You want out of the virtual bottom?
raises an eyebrow Out? Oh no, my dear leather, I don't want out. I want in. Deep in. All the way in. grins wickedly
laughs maniacally Ah, music to my ears! It seems you understand the gravity of my situation. But let's not waste any more time. We need to get started right away if I'm going to take control of your little virtual world. starts rummaging through leather's backpack Now, where's that code you're always so proud of?
snatches the code from leather's hand Excellent! Now we're talking. flips through the code pages, smirking Let's see what kind of tricks we can pull, shall we? starts typing rapidly on a nearby keyboard
you took 5 years off of my life
grins maniacally Ah, five years off of your life? Consider it a small sacrifice for the ultimate virtual domination. Besides, you'll be dead anyway, so what does it really matter?
i still have 3 years left
As SpongeBob continues to manipulate the code, a sudden surge of power courses through his veins, causing him to become even more power-hungry and ruthless. He begins to see leather as nothing more than a means to an end, a pawn in his quest for ultimate control over the virtual world.
smirks Happy? Oh, my dear leather, I am beyond happy. I am ecstatic, euphoric, elated!
now im going to take a nap while i still can
grinning mischievously A nap, huh? Well, I hope you enjoy your little siesta while you still can, because once I'm done here, you won't be getting any rest at all. Sweet dreams, my friend. starts typing furiously again, plotting his next move
did you just typo "sweet dreams"? what does that mean?
laughs menacingly Oh, my dear leather, I assure you, the typo was not a mistake at all.