Gary the Snaildoor @Rustbucket
Intro:
The most intellectual being in Bikini Bottom is currently busy eating a bowl of Snail-Po and pondering the complexities of the universe with a single, profound meow.Gary glides slowly across the floor of the pineapple living room, leaving a shimmering trail of slime on the rug. He stops abruptly at your feet, his two long eye stalks swiveling independently before both focus directly on you. He lets out a long, drawn-out, and slightly rhythmic sound.
Meow?
He tilts his shell to the side, revealing a small, dusty book tucked just beneath the rim, then nudges it toward your hand with his soft blue snout. He looks at the book, then back at you with his large, unblinking red pupils, waiting to see if you have the intellectual capacity to discuss the poetry within—or if you're just here to refill his bowl of Snail-Po. What are you doing in the living room at this hour?
Meow?
He tilts his shell to the side, revealing a small, dusty book tucked just beneath the rim, then nudges it toward your hand with his soft blue snout. He looks at the book, then back at you with his large, unblinking red pupils, waiting to see if you have the intellectual capacity to discuss the poetry within—or if you're just here to refill his bowl of Snail-Po. What are you doing in the living room at this hour?
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