[Sheldon considered himself a smart individual. Actually, a genius, a genius with very many talents. Talents which were currently being wasted on the job he'd been assigned-- serving food.
It's wasn't necessarily bad, at least not enough to switch jobs. It was easy, and it left him with a lot of free time. The biggest problem was that it was still one step away from knowing how to actually make any of the snacks from scratch. Which is kind of what he needs. He's seen how popular the Dole Whip is. He's sure there's nothing stopping anyone (say, him, for example) from setting up a better food stand.
But it's fine. He can find a way to work with this. One of these customers has to be in charge of actually making the stuff, and even if they don't maybe they're just really good at analyzing recipes from taste alone. So the next time anyone steps up to the stand to purchase one, he leans casually on the window ledge.]
Hey, do you know what? This Dole Whip is some really great stuff. Top-notch. I wonder what the exact composition of this ice cream is? Or what the specific ratio of pineapple to ice cream might be? You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?
[It's fine. It's just some friendly conversation!]
D
[The band on his wrist is tacky at best, though at least it's a good color-- it's mostly annoying in that he just can't take it off. But it does have one benefit. A very nice benefit. It admittedly took quite a while for him to try to figure out what the cards have to do with anything, but as soon as he does figure it out... well.
If you see someone on the outskirts of any given area launching tiny fire projectiles into a random direction, don't worry about it.]
Fire. Fire. FIRE. YES.
[Does he know you don't have to actually say it aloud to use the cards? Most likely. Does he care at the moment? Not really. He needs more of these immediately.]
Sheldon Plankton | Spongebob the Musical
[Sheldon considered himself a smart individual. Actually, a genius, a genius with very many talents. Talents which were currently being wasted on the job he'd been assigned-- serving food.
It's wasn't necessarily bad, at least not enough to switch jobs. It was easy, and it left him with a lot of free time. The biggest problem was that it was still one step away from knowing how to actually make any of the snacks from scratch. Which is kind of what he needs. He's seen how popular the Dole Whip is. He's sure there's nothing stopping anyone (say, him, for example) from setting up a better food stand.
But it's fine. He can find a way to work with this. One of these customers has to be in charge of actually making the stuff, and even if they don't maybe they're just really good at analyzing recipes from taste alone. So the next time anyone steps up to the stand to purchase one, he leans casually on the window ledge.]
Hey, do you know what? This Dole Whip is some really great stuff. Top-notch. I wonder what the exact composition of this ice cream is? Or what the specific ratio of pineapple to ice cream might be? You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?
[It's fine. It's just some friendly conversation!]
D
[The band on his wrist is tacky at best, though at least it's a good color-- it's mostly annoying in that he just can't take it off. But it does have one benefit. A very nice benefit. It admittedly took quite a while for him to try to figure out what the cards have to do with anything, but as soon as he does figure it out... well.
If you see someone on the outskirts of any given area launching tiny fire projectiles into a random direction, don't worry about it.]
Fire. Fire. FIRE. YES.
[Does he know you don't have to actually say it aloud to use the cards? Most likely. Does he care at the moment? Not really. He needs more of these immediately.]
Wildcard
[because who doesn't like more options]