SpongeBob and Patrick stood at the edge of the Wild West Jellyfish Fields, clutching their magical bubble wands. But something felt different. The air didn't ripple with the usual magic; it felt jagged, like a poorly rendered texture.

"You fools," the Glitch-Squidward droned, his clarinet emitting a high-pitched frequency that vibrated their square pants. "By using the Cosmic Jelly without the proper 'permissions,' you’ve bypassed the natural order. You’ve bypassed the of the world itself!"

"No," Patrick replied. "It was mostly just a loading screen."

With a giant POP , the static cleared. The sky returned to its bubbly blue, and Patrick went back to staring at a rock.