Mr Krabs Greed Novels & Stories

Quinna looked around the entire boardroom and said, “You’re right, we will indeed be affecting many of our brands. However, there’s one message that we will be giving out for sure…Heisenberg Group will not allow any defective products to be marketed, in comparison to other brands who might do it in secret. “Someone once told me a story about a crab-buyer in the market. There were two kinds of crabs being sold in the market. One that was 6 dollars per pound, and one that was 4.20 dollars per pound. Both of these crabs were equal in size. “Someone approached the vendor and asked why there was such a huge price difference between his crab, which was being sold for 6 dollars per pound, and the o

"Thank you, David!" Sam sat down and helped him to the food, and several others followed. "This lobster is delicious. Minnie, try some of this!" "Mom and Dad, have some of this lobster too." "Why is this crab so big?" "Mom, this is king crab. It's crazy expensive. They cost thousands of dollars each." "What's this? It's black and melts in your mouth. It tastes so good." "This is caviar! This cost more!" "This is abalone!"

Everything in me froze. Hearing his words, I couldn’t respond. My throat felt tight, like something had locked inside it. I just stood there staring at him, unable to form a single sentence. And he only smiled. That same unsettling smile that never meant anything good. A slow, creepy curve of his lips that made my skin crawl. “You see?” he said quietly. “This is what greed looks like. You can’t even choose between your boyfriend and the life of an old woman.” He tilted his head slightly, watching my reaction carefully.

All of them nodded their heads, agreeing with him. Hunter bit his inner cheek helplessly, staring at the computer screen. They were on video conferencing for the past two hours and Hunter has been facing a severe challenge since then. None of them were ready to hear his point, let alone maintain the relationship between them. “Mr. Joe has a valid point, Mr. Brown. We know GRACE is doing impressive growth and making a commendable profit for us, but the greed of earning more would land us in deep trouble for a longer period. Sorry, but I also can’t help in this situation. I’m also out.” Said another one, making the man hiss internally. He clenched his jaws, giving the current crisis of his lif

What’s more, if his boss possesses some other magical instruments, wouldn’t I be suffering a big loss just for a small gain? At this point, Mr. Chardon finally figured out the logic of the whole situation in his mind. He speculated, ‘The guy in front of me who has such greed for money should be the lackey of a tomb robbery gang in Aurous Hill. The gang must have just dug out a new tomb recently and obtained this jade ring as well as some other cultural relics and antiques. They must be looking for buyers with power now, otherwise, they wouldn’t have asked this guy to come here to hold a sign to wait for contact with some Hong Kong businessmen. Since there are no businessmen from Hong Kong he

Madie thanked him with a smile. Waiting for their food to come, they talked about how cool the beach was and how Madie wanted to come back again someday. Dario made sure to take her many places, not just here, and let her explore the world. After all, she was an explorer. The servers walked towards them with trays in hand, seafood served in the table and cool drinks for the night. "Mr. Krabs!" Madie giggled as she saw the huge crab in the middle of the table, it was as if it was looking right at her. It looks delicious.

Sourness was now his sword, and it was currently aimed at her pretend boyfriend. Kris pulled out his wallet. “Why don’t we use South African currency, how about a two hundred rand note?” The money landed on the table. Worth about fifteen dollars. “At least your teeny artwork would have some value once you’re done…” “This is ridiculous.” Abby tried to snatch the money back from the table and Max stopped her. Kris smiled. “What to make? What about a cricket for my little cricket? Can you make it jump? Put some spring into its little paper legs?” He used his hands to manically action his words. “That way it can jump into all sorts of nooks and crannies.”

The guests criticized me again, “People get married to build a life together. You got married just to scheme against your mother-in-law, didn’t you?” “If everyone could get a million dollars just by getting married, why bother working? They might as well get money by taking a wife.” Their gazes were as sharp as blades that could kill. “A man as wicked and cunning as you would’ve been beaten to death back in the old days.” I did not bother arguing with them anymore. Instead, I walked over and turned on the giant screen in the banquet hall. Everyone could see the record of Emerald’s transfer to my bank account as well as our chat history.

He snickers, his voice dropping to a sickeningly oily tone as his greasy face inches closer, reeking of stale cologne mixed with sweat. The rancid stench makes my stomach churn. “Come on, don't be like this, girly. I'll split the profit — a whole fifty-fifty. What do you say?” Revulsion crawls up my spine. I inwardly snicker, schooling my features into an excited expression. “You really want to know my answer?” He nods eagerly, greed glistening in his beady eyes– just like the sly fox he is. “It’s still no, Mr. Malcolm.” My voice drops into icy finality, as I dead pan.

I question hesitantly He didn’t seem to like it because his forehead was still furrowed. Doesn’t king crab have a shell and he just now learned that crab fat can be eaten? After all, why would a rich man like him waste his time scraping the fat crab when he can afford the meat of the king crab. Sir Calix swallowed, he looked at me thoughtfully. Not a disgusted look, but expressionless. I couldn’t tell if he was angry at my insistence on feeding him what I had made or, he wanted to make me throw up what I had made.