Oh Yeah Mr. Krabs

Chapter Three: Application

Olaf and I kept on walking, Shrek had to go because of some yellow sponge screaming "patties are love, patties are life" at the entrance. Must be Spongebob. Poor kid.

"Man, that was close." Olaf sighed.

"Yeah, it was. But, what now?" I questioned.

"We have to get you an application form for the Kelpshake." He answers.

"Oh yeah, true." I reply.

"We gotta keep up this lie for a long as possible, or I'll be fired. If I was fired, I wouldn't know what to do." He mutters.

"Heh, you could become a prostitute. They make good money, and you're good at sex." I winked, trying to crack a joke.

"Don't joke about that. My mom has been in a coma for the past few months and I'm trying to surprise her with money when she wakes up. If she wakes up." He's on the verge of snow tears.

"Oh shit, sorry. It was just a joke." I apologized.

I continued, "Oh yeah, Shrek did something weird when we were going out of the room."

"What? Like what?" Olaf questioned.

"He groped my right ass cheek before we split up." I said, concerned.

"Oh, that's just normal. Shrek is like that all the time. He does it to everybody, especially new workers. But don't worry, he only does it once. It's kinda like a greeting." He gleefully said.

Who the hell gropes someone's ass as a greeting? This place isn't right. At all.

Olaf snuck into one of the printing rooms and managed to find an application paper. He handed it to me, and told me to sign it.

"Thanks." I said.

"No prob. But hurry up before someone walks in on us." He whispered.

"Oh, okay." I whispered back and glanced at the paper, scanning through it. It asked basic things like my name, age, sex, past jobs, all of that sort of stuff. But one of these questions asked what kind of sex I was into, what gender am I interested in, and if I like being groped while working.

"What the fuck?" I accidentally blurted out.

"What? What's wrong?" Olaf questioned.

"Why do they have these type of questions?" I questioned. I showed him the paper and he glanced at it.

"Oh! Shrek has only became the boss here about a month ago, so he probably changed the paper a bit. Just answer the questions and get this over with already." He groaned.

I nodded and filled out my paper swiftly. As I got to the part of past jobs, I hesitated. I can't put the Krusty Krab, I wouldn't get hired. But isn't that what I want? I questioned myself. I decided to write "scrubbed toilets on the SS. Gormet ". Hopefully no one finds out. I actually kinda like it here.

I got to the section about sex related questions. I like bondage, I am interested in both sexes, and I said yes to be groped. I hate to admit it, but they were all true. Maybe I shouldn't put this, people might make fun of me. I said to hell with it.

"Done?" Olaf asked.

"Yeah, finally." I sighed.

"Okay, let's give this to Shrek." Olaf grabbed the paper from my claws.

We eventually found Shrek in his office. He was making weird grunting noises before we knocked, then it took him about a minute to open his door.

"Here, boss. It's Mr.Krabs' application form." Olaf handed it to him.

Shrek scanned through the paper and said "Alright, you're hired. You filled out the sheet quite well"

Me and Olaf began to walk away again, but I felt like someone was watching me with horny eyes, staring right at my ass.

I don't think I should've put that information.