Tommy, you've had your fair shares of sarcasm so let us give you your own meds

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Tommy: *walks to the kitchen* I'll be cooking tonight. What do you guys want?

Dawn: Steak, please.

Tommy: How would you like your steaks?

Ashlie: On a plate.

Tommy: *raises a brow* No, I mean, how do you want it cooked?

Cory: *raises a brow higher than Tommy* On a stove.

Tommy: *takes off apron and throws it at the floor before going upstairs* I give up.

Nick and Uni: *moonwalking to the kitchen* dO YOU FEEL IT NOW, MR. KRABS?

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