King Neptune awoke from his slumber. He sluggishly put on his robs and his crown and proceeded towards his throne, where his subjects were waiting patiently for him to give out orders, when suddenly, something stopped him in his tracks.
A god awful noise, coming from downtown Bikini Bottom. it pounded at his eardrums, tearing his tired mood to shreds, making him more alert than ever. The noise was terrifying. It was like a mix of someones fingernails scraping against a chalkboard until all that will be left is 5 nubby outcrops on ones hands and five thousand rats being slaughtered, each making their own horrifying screeching noises, destroying the silence like a nuclear bomb being dropped in his ears. Some of the fish could not even comprehend it, their brains dying out like dozens of lightbulbs and dropping dead. King Neptune watched in horror as his subjects' lifeless bodies floated to the surface, biding their time until they rot away, and all thats left is a frail skeleton washed up on some beach. The king frightenly hopped on his carraige, wondering what eldritch horror, what cruel abomination could do such a thing. He was amidst his thoughts when he saw a street performer, struggling to play clarinet.
"You need to stop," he said.
