Plankton the Destroyer vs Super Mecha Karen 7
The stunning conclusion of Plankton's and Karen's battle!
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“Plankton the Destroyer has his robotic computer wife, Super Mecha Karen, dead to rights in an impressive choke-hold. No, it’s more like he’s deliberately attempting to rip her computer monitor head clean off! What terrible things are going to happen because of this marital spat? I’m a Talking Fish Head, and we’ll have more news for you as this develops!”
Squidward watches the broadcast on his shell phone, trembling as he sits behind the rock Spongebob used to get him and Mr. Krabs out of the fray. “Oh, it’s too much. We’re doomed, Doomed!”
“Don’t worry, Squidward!” says Spongebob. “It’ll all work out. Just wait and see.”
Mr. Krabs, holding a small treasure chest, scurries up to his employees, nodding. “That’s right, me, boy. Once everything blows over, the disaster relief teams will need to be fed, and who better than the Krusty Krab. Ah-gegegegegege!”
“That’s if there’s a Bikini Bottom left to save!” says Squidward, his phone continuing.
“This just in!” says A Talking Fish Head, “Plankton the Destroyer has succeeded in ripping off the computer monitor head of his wife! Oh, the fishmanity!”
Plankton stands on top of the downed figure of Karen, lifting the wires of her monitor high into the air, beating his chest, and laughing with supreme domination. “That’s right! I’m the strongest being in all of the sea! Cower before my magnificent muscles and worship me as the god that I am. I can never be defeated. I can never lose. I can, huh?”
Karen, headless, grabs Plankton’s ankle and tosses him to the side, sending him crashing into the dirt. She leaps up, patting her shoulders, waving where her missing monitor is. Shrugging she then flexes her muscles, and out from within her body pops out her normal-sized monitor.
“Oh, you did it this time, Plankton. It’s time to finish this once and for all!”
“Oh, really?” Plankton says, pushing himself up. “Looks like I’m going to have to rip apart your super mecha form if I’m going to stop you.”
“You can try, but you aren’t strong enough for that,” She says. “Give it up, and let’s go home.”
“Not strong enough!?” Plankton screams, veins appearing on his head. “Who are you calling not strong enough!? I’m the strongest there is, was, or ever will be! I’m taller than any building here! I’m the scourge of all of the nautical world! You think I’m not strong enough.”
“No, because I will defeat you. I know this now.”
“Well then,” says Plankton, striking a muscle-flexing pose. “I’ll just have to make myself stronger.
“What?”
Suddenly, Plankton flexes harder and harder, veins popping up all over his body as he grunts and groans, growing in size. “Did you forget, My dear Computer Wife,” he begins, his voice deepening, his definition increasing, his mass multiplying. “The brain is a muscle too, and I” 've been working it this whole time, figuring out how to best stimulate the potion within me. And now, it’s come to fruition!”
He grows so tall—taller than her—taller than anything. He hunches over just to see eye to the screen with her, laughing with a deep, maniacal glee.
“Now then, Karen, all I have to do is swat you once, and I win!”
He throws his fist down toward her, but Plankton is so huge that the speed against the water resistance is so slow. His fist crashes downward, sure, but Karen can just step aside, dodging it easily. She leaps up before it strikes the ground, landing on his knuckle, and then rushes over his body.
“Huh!?”
Bewildered, Plankton goes to slap her off his arm, but again, he is much too big to be of any conceivable speed. Instead, Karen rushes along his arm, hops off his shoulder, and grabs him by the antenna.
“Let go of me, computer wife!” he groans. Using her martial artist training, Karen uses his momentum and the leverage she establishes to lift his antenna, pulling and throwing him over her shoulder.
“Noooooooooooo!”
Plankton, the destroyer, crashes against the ground, sending dirt and silt flying all over Bikini Bottom, covering the entire city in a muddy mess.
Karen lands on Plankton, holding her hand out before his face. “You weren’t the only one doing calculations, Sheldon,” she says, and her arm transforms into a cannon. “This fight ends now.”
“Wait, don’t you dare! Karen? Karen!”
When she fires, a beam of energy hits Plankton in the face, and suddenly, all goes white.
* * *
Plankton wakes up, hopping out of bed and wearing his robes. He grabs some coffee and then stands outside, but when he opens the door, a bunch of dirt falls out in front of him.
Sipping his cup, he scratches his head. “Huh… that’s strange.”
Then he blinks, looking at his arm.
“Hey, would you look at that!” he says, seeing how thick and toned it is. He then pulls his robe off, showing off his strong muscles. “I’m a regular Adonis now! Ha! That new workout routine is doing wonders!”
Karen wheels in toward him. “You’re looking good, Sheldon!”
“I know. But… I can’t help but feel I’m forgetting something. Karen, what are we doing today?”
“Same thing we do daily, Sheldon—try to steal the Krabby Patty secret formula.”
Downing the rest of his coffee, Plankton then tosses the mug and rubs his hands together. “Oh, with my new muscles, this can be fun! I wonder if I can make a potion that’ll make them even bigger and, ow!”
Karen slaps Plankton in the back of the head.
“What was that for?”
“No shortcuts, Sheldon!”
Slumping his shoulders, Plankton nods. “Oh, alright. Then To the GYM!”