Of Clams and Clones
Crayfish, laying belly up in his bunk pod contemplating life: Do you think clams can feel?
Jelly, blinking awake: ...Uh?
Conch, groaning: Karks's sake...
Sponge, turning over in their own pod to try to ignore Crayfish:
Geoduck, sighing: Cray... It's 0200...
Crayfish: I can't sleep without knowing for sure...
Conch, gritting his teeth: Who cares about whether or not clams can feel?! They're clams! They freaking suck!
Geoduck, frowning: Clams are cool...
Crayfish: They so are, and Conch is being very rude. He might hurt the clams's feelings.
Jelly, pinching the bridge of his nose: Can we PLEASE all just go to sleep?
Crayfish: But the clams...
Conch: Cray, shut the kark up before I toss you out into the ocean to live with the fekking clams.
Crayfish: Uh, I'd rather like that. The ocean is neat.
Conch: SHUT THE HELL UP!
Geoduck, hitting the side of his pod with his fist: No yelling at your brother!
Sponge, pressing their face into the crook of their elbow: All of you are the bane of my miserable existence...
Jelly, wide-eyed: ...Even me?
Sponge, sighing: No, Jelly, you're cool.
Jelly: Yippee!