RAVE WEEK CROSSOVER | More Salt?
Written by RnDm
Plankton and Karen currently were at their dining table enjoying their dinner together. Karen opted for a PNG of a roasted chicken she displayed on her monitor and Plankton was enjoying the holographic image of a chicken.
Karen, pass me the salt.
Plankton, you're eating light.
Yeah, but this light lacks salt! Be a doll and pass it over!
A hand emerged from under the table next to Plankton lifting the salt and offering it to Plankton.
Thanks Karen.
No problem dude.
Plankton began to sprinkle salt over his hologram before he realized one thing.
Wait a minute, you never call me dude. Who's under the table?!
I was wondering when you were going to ask that.
Chillax, bro. It's me, Mahatma Gandhi!
Oh great, teenagers! Karen please, pass me the whip.
Wow! Dude, calm down, no violence.
What the hell are you doing in my house?!
I came here because of S.A.L.T.!
Don't you have salt back home? Wait, if you wanted salt, why'd you hand it to me?!
The crossover man. Y’know the one between you and me?
Say what?!
You know the line!
I’m going to leave you two to whatever you guys need to do. But if the house ends up on fire again I’m grabbing up the divorce papers.
Karen left the dining room.
Ouch, that's rough to hear.
Oh don’t worry about that. She keeps those under her pillow all the time. Anyway, what do you want?
Y'know. Crossover stuff!
Ok... what kind exact-
Another Gandhi broke through the window.
Don't crossover with this imposter!
Huh?!
Hey! I'm not an imposter! You are the one looking sussy in here!
Anything but Among Us references!
A hand closes the door before it's promptly kicked open by a new Gandhi.
I found you fakers!
Faker?!
I think you are the fake Gandhi around here!
What even is all of this?! Who are you people?!
Well isn't it obvious? I'm the real Gandhi.
What kind of fool do you take me for? He 's Gandhi! He 's Gandhi! You’re Gandhi! I AM GANDHI! Is there any other Gandhi around here I should know about?!
There’s also me. And other 20 more Gandhis on your backyard.
Plankton and the three Gandhis rushed to the window and saw more than 100 Gandhis all having a huge party in Plankton's backyard.
That's it. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Plankton reached for a big red button in his pockets and looked back at the three Gandhis.
Quick. You three tell me a number from one to ten.
9!
2.
21.
Plankton grabbed Gandhi 2 and 3, and tossed them in the backyard alongside the other Gandhis and pressed the big red button.
Ey man, question. What are going to do with all the other clones?
Ever played Civilization, Gandhi?
Oh no.
Oh yes!
Plankton put on a pair of protective goggles and handed another to Gandhi as the Nuke started to come closer.
Plankton! What did I tell you about setting the house on fire?
You’re not going to divorce me today Karen. I’m only nuking the backyard.
Ah. In that case it’s fine.
SAY WHAT?!
That’s the line!