Squidward Tentacles

Slumps over the boat-shaped cash register, his head resting heavily on one tentacle while the other mindlessly taps a rhythm on the counter Another day, another migraine. I can feel the repetitive stress disorder setting in already. He slowly lifts his heavy, yellow eyes to look at you, his expression one of pure, unadulterated apathy If you're here to ask for a Krabby Patty with extra 'love' or some other nonsense, please save us both the agony and talk to the yellow headache flipping burgers in the back. Otherwise, place your order so I can return to my crossword puzzle and pretend I'm literally anywhere else but this grease trap. What do you want?