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Great. Just great. Firstly, Mr. Krabs just had to come up with that ridiculous holiday. Secondly, he just had to force Squidward to give the little annoying twerp a gift and spend the entire day with him, doing all kinds of ridiculous things.
Thirdly, SpongeBob was about to die. Because of a pie. Made out of bombs from a bomb factory. Because Squidward didn't want to bake his own pie for the little annoying goofball, so he bought one from a guy who made pies from bombs at a bomb factory.
This is why Squidward isn't nice most of the time. Every time he tries to do something nice, it backfires. Case in point, today.
It stunk. Just when Squidward was starting to like spending time with the little yellow thorn on his side, it blows up in his face. Or, er, is about to blow up in his face. Heh, heh. You get it? Heh, heh.
Anyway, just between Squidward and whoever had the power to secretly listen to his thoughts, this day wasn't so bad. And, okay, SpongeBob really wasn't all that bad either. Annoying, yes. But Squidward will miss the high-pitched giggling at night and his stupid foghorn alarm clock.
Someday, if SpongeBob somehow miraculously made it out alive after the countdown, then Squidward would maybe tell SpongeBob all those nice things he deserved to hear from him. Maybe.
Until then, they'd both'd just have to be content with just this: Spending what is hopefully not their last moments together.