Your lust for krabby pattys has driven you in endless circles, chasing the smells of krabby pattys in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, and somehow out of reach.
But you will never find them.
None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you,
Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want.
I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well.
I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away.
As every tragedy should.
And to you fishes trapped in the krusty krab, be still, and give up your jellyfishes.
They don't belong to you.
For most of you, I believe there is peace, and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears.