A/N: I chose to take the Creative liberty to try to incorporate some elements of crab mating into this story, referencing migration and mating rituals from both the red rock crab and the red crabs of Christmas Island as found on Wikipedia.This was to facilitate a level of realism and also pay my respects to the diversity found in Mother Nature. Enjoy:) Yet again, spongebob was the first one to work. He smiled to himself, envisioning the day ahead: the smell of grease wafting through the air, squidward's incessant whining about his weekend, the white noise of customers chattering during lunchtime. This, this was home to him. His eyes lingered over the door to the main office, then he quickly pushed his gaze back to the kitchen. HIS kitchen. Everything was where he left it: the immaculately clean spatula hanging from a hook, the meat ready to be defrosted, and grill all shiny and ready to be lathered with oil. Tucking his work hat into place, spongebob went about hi...
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