Mr Krabs Glasses Novels & Stories

From what I could tell, his skin had an olive tint to it, but it just might be the flashing lights. "Hey there crazy frienemies!" Ken came bounding up to our stool at that instant, her cock-screw curls in tangled disarray that didn't leave much to the imagination on what she's been up to and lipstick smudged all in the wrong places. Leaning over, she ordered the bartender for another round of shots and, once delivered, placed three suspiciously green glasses in front of us. "What on Earth is this monstrosity?" Ty scrunched up her nose.

Scientist George assistant Gabriel gave Valentine VR glasses to wear. To which Valentine made a joke of, "Don't tell me you made a Jurassic park 360° and are calling it an invention" he gave out a satiric laugh," Why don't you ask Mr. Henderson Crimson to shift you in some 3D video making quarters. I am sure he will be surprised to know one of his favorite scientists is showing interest in virtuality, EVEN I am quite surprised" he laughed while the VR glasses squirreled in his hands. "Looks like Mr. Valentine Crimson is in the mood for jokes" George who was definitely bothered by his joke went along knowing Valentine is going to be the next Crimson taking over after his father and he will ne

Bryan, I assumed, responded, and she thanked him. A skinny, pale guy strode out of a back room and headed for us. He was the definition of a ‘Gross Nerd.’ A large, crooked nose held up his round bifocals. His hair was short with white flakes that showered his shoulders as he itched above his ears. I had to hold back the gag that was trying to force itself free.

"Close your eyes for me." "Mommy?" Little Cole grew curious as Kira slides a satin eye mask over her eyes. "It's just until we get on the highway, alright? Be a good girl and keep it on." "Okay mommy…" Cole obeys, sitting quietly as Kira drives out of the garage. She slams the brakes when a delirious Mr. Crane runs in front of the vehicle. Breathing hard and with a crazed look. Mr. Crane is naked and with sores covering his flesh. Some of them consume part of his scalp, where shiny brown hair used to grow. Each sore bleeds blue pus and his fingernails are the same toxic-blue color. He stares with eyes 'black as ink' as her husband described. Black veiny whites surrounding the iris's, Kira kn

“What is this-“ Like she could already read his mind, the second he turned the case around, there was a note attached to it. Slowly, he ripped it off and took the note, reading the little message scribbled on it. ‘Before you ask, I know you aren’t blind. They aren’t glasses for blind people. It’s to prevent you from getting blind. Haha. They’re blue light filtered glasses. You stare at screens way too much so when next you want to do that, put them on. They prevent your eyes but getting old and boring (we don’t want your eyes matching your personality, do we?)’ “What?” He laughed to himself, reading the note. “This is ridiculous.” He laughed again, slowly taking the glasses out of the case t

“Are you allergic to… nuts?” “I’m not.” “Okay, I’m kinda out of questions.” “I’ll just spare you the torture. I’m twenty seven. American. Obviously. I do have eye problems and that is why I was wearing glasses when I first started working here.” “But you haven’t worn glasses in a while.” “I use contacts. But lately, I’m thinking of going back to glasses. Less hassle than with contacts. At least from my end.” I nodded and waved him on. “I don’t have a favorite color but I do like beige.”

His eyes widened and his face wrinkled at what he heard. "Are you sure, Ma'am?" The barista asked me hesitantly, "Ten shots?" I chuckled and looked at him, at that man. "Yes, I'm not weak. Ten shots of espresso? Basic!" He didn’t look at me or just pay me attention. He took something out of his pocket and put it on. Ohh... He wears eyeglasses. Is he a professor or what? Hmm, not bad, I still prefer his look without eyeglasses.

"Women are complex, but when you understand the game, it gets easier." He looked at me with a mix of curiosity and frustration. "So, what do you suggest?" "Take off those horrible glasses for starters," I said with disdain. It was good to humiliate him a bit. Since I had to do this, why not have some fun in the process? He gave a humorous chuckle. "I know you're enjoying seeing me in this pitiful position, enjoying my expense. But these glasses are fucking prescription," he said, pointing to his glasses.

“What else did you do today?” Evan pulled his hand away, jumped back into his bed, and returned less than a second later. He handed me a box. “Dad bought this for me.” My lips pressed together immediately. As much as I appreciated the things he was doing for my babies, I didn’t want them spoilt. Wordlessly, I opened the box to see a very sophisticated-looking tab and a pair of glasses. I frowned, puzzled. “Why did he buy you glasses?” “The doctor said I have uhm…” He looked lost for a minute like he was trying to remember a word. “Myo…pa?”

I'm guessing that's the way to his office. We were at the bank right now. Maverick didn't tell me what we were here for since we came directly from home. We followed the man to his office and when we were about to step in, he ordered a cup of Coffee. "Where are your Glasses?" Maverick asked suddenly and I looked up at the man. Did he use glasses? "It should be in my office. Is there a problem? I probably don't look like I normally do because of the gla–"