You actually sit down to eat at The Chum Bucket. And it's... Not as bad as everyone said it was. It's perfectly fine, actually. The atmosphere of the restaurant sucks, but hey.

As you stepped into the elusive restaurant, you noticed the decor was... Well... Awful. There wasn't any. There were three tables and nowhere to order. You looked to the door to the back and poked your head in, "Um... Hello?" You called.

Plankton heard the voice and leaked his head around, looking back at you, "...Uh..." He blinked his one eye... or maybe he was winking? Though probably not, "What do you want?" He asked bluntly, fully stepping out of the doors to meet you.

You blinked at the bluntness of the other, "This... Is a restaurant, yeah?" You asked, looking down at the short man, "I'd like to order the food... From the restaurant?" You shrugged. 

Plankton looked shocked for a brief moment before he sneered, rolling his eye, "Aha... Very funny. Funny prank. Go back to your little friends outside and tell them I was very mad or whatever it is you want." He sighed, fixing his suit jacket and started to turn away.

Sheldon J. Plankton