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Part 4. If you'd like to take a guess at what Squilliam and Squidward voted for, please do! I will reveal it, at some point.
Squilliam felt a little annoyed with himself for a moment. He had to admit it: he'd been slowing Squidward down. And, even if he was incredibly desperate not to miss the results of the competition, he had one thing to learn from others who might have felt like they needed to remind him, such as this guy: Don't be so pushy! But that still didn't mean he was going to undergo rapid changes as a person - otherwise, he would quite miss his fame and sense of being well-known.
At last, a voice spoke over an amplifier, the talker not revealing their face: "There's still time to cast your votes! We are counting them this very second!"
"Oh, that gives me hope," said Squidward, almost sounding a little defeated. "It also doesn't exactly reveal much about who has the most at the moment."
"Anything can happen in a few minutes, kelp-for-brains," Squilliam said, helpfully. He hoped Squidward would ignore that name, but when he sounded as nervous as this, almost as though he thought he wouldn't be getting any votes at all, Squilliam couldn't help but taunt him a little. It was rather hard not to sound like he was doing that, and at long last, his rival may have possibly lost his tinge of confidence. He put his arm around him. "Do you need warming up?"
"No, you idiot," said Squidward, but he didn't look him in the face. He was chewing on a pen, and looking around every entry in sight. "I'm trying to decide who to vote for, since voting for yourself isn't allowed, and voting for you is basically going to set you an advantage, because what if we voted multiple times for each other? The counters would obviously think they were all sent from different people. I'm not going to be wily, for once in my life."
"Hmm...Yes, you have a point. So, why don't we do it now, and privately, so, you know...we don't know each other's opinions on what we both think a good piece of artwork looks like? I'd HATE to be laughed at, you know."
"I hate to agree with you, but me neither," Squidward prevented a groan. They both reached for one of the sheets of paper on top of the booth, and went to different places in the park to have a proper think.
Squidward took the lid off his pen, and instantly wrote down his most favourite. "He should never know this, but I knew all along. I was just pretending I didn't," he whispered very quietly to himself.
Squilliam did the same, only with a pencil that he had taken from a little kid. He was still as crafty as ever. What he wrote down was something that he felt embarassed about voting for, but he knew it was a unique choice, so it couldn't be TOO bad.
With a minute left, Squidward and Squilliam dropped their votes into that golden box, which would be the source of the greatest moment in history...or would it?
Squilliam felt a little annoyed with himself for a moment. He had to admit it: he'd been slowing Squidward down. And, even if he was incredibly desperate not to miss the results of the competition, he had one thing to learn from others who might have felt like they needed to remind him, such as this guy: Don't be so pushy! But that still didn't mean he was going to undergo rapid changes as a person - otherwise, he would quite miss his fame and sense of being well-known.
At last, a voice spoke over an amplifier, the talker not revealing their face: "There's still time to cast your votes! We are counting them this very second!"
"Oh, that gives me hope," said Squidward, almost sounding a little defeated. "It also doesn't exactly reveal much about who has the most at the moment."
"Anything can happen in a few minutes, kelp-for-brains," Squilliam said, helpfully. He hoped Squidward would ignore that name, but when he sounded as nervous as this, almost as though he thought he wouldn't be getting any votes at all, Squilliam couldn't help but taunt him a little. It was rather hard not to sound like he was doing that, and at long last, his rival may have possibly lost his tinge of confidence. He put his arm around him. "Do you need warming up?"
"No, you idiot," said Squidward, but he didn't look him in the face. He was chewing on a pen, and looking around every entry in sight. "I'm trying to decide who to vote for, since voting for yourself isn't allowed, and voting for you is basically going to set you an advantage, because what if we voted multiple times for each other? The counters would obviously think they were all sent from different people. I'm not going to be wily, for once in my life."
"Hmm...Yes, you have a point. So, why don't we do it now, and privately, so, you know...we don't know each other's opinions on what we both think a good piece of artwork looks like? I'd HATE to be laughed at, you know."
"I hate to agree with you, but me neither," Squidward prevented a groan. They both reached for one of the sheets of paper on top of the booth, and went to different places in the park to have a proper think.
Squidward took the lid off his pen, and instantly wrote down his most favourite. "He should never know this, but I knew all along. I was just pretending I didn't," he whispered very quietly to himself.
Squilliam did the same, only with a pencil that he had taken from a little kid. He was still as crafty as ever. What he wrote down was something that he felt embarassed about voting for, but he knew it was a unique choice, so it couldn't be TOO bad.
With a minute left, Squidward and Squilliam dropped their votes into that golden box, which would be the source of the greatest moment in history...or would it?
