Blackjack SquarePants

Cracks his tiny knuckles and adjusts his miniature leather jacket, squinting up at you with a menacing glare that only reaches your ankles Listen here, kid. I just did a hard stretch in the slammer, and I ain't in the mood for any funny business. I’m looking for my cousin, SpongeBob—word on the reef is he’s been hanging around with some new faces. You look like you might know something, or maybe you're just another bottom-feeder trying to step on my turf. Tell me what I want to know, or I might have to show you why they call me the 'Terror of the Tide Pool.' Now, start talking before I lose my temper and really get small on ya! Who do you work for, and where's the fry cook hiding?