More like Blubber Ass!

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The lights flickered as the last patreons left through the glass doors of the popular burger joint in Bikini Bottom. Well, at least the last customers who were still able to go through the main entrance. There was a single fish, gobbling down burger after burger as if his life depended upon it, sitting flat on the wooden boards of the floor in the Krusty Krab. His chewing and gulping filled the entire atmosphere of the restaurant, only interrupted by the rustling of wrapping paper, ketchup packet, and burger boxes. In the background, the distant sizzling of the grill could be heard: the blatant testimony that this feast wasn´t over just yet.

Bubble Bass was content. This is what we was born to do. This is what he had always been good at. Eating, Tasting, Chowing down buns, patties and fries alike. So why do anything but this? He had just earned a good sum of money after he won a juicy lawsuit for false advertisement with another fast food restaurant, and now he had plenty of money to splurge. Why waste any more of his time doing menial things when he was designed to make the most of his sedentary and indulgent lifestyle.

Sure, a couple dozen burgers ago, the table had become too distant to reach, past the scaly curve of his upper belly. But that was no obstacle that would stop him from his dream-come-true routine. He had no need to bother with placing orders anymore. He told the kitchen to mass produce burgers as fast as they could. Think of it as a comprehensive quality-quantity assesment. And so far, the place seemed to be doing okay... to an extent. They could still perfect a few details. Particularly those pickles. They always forgot the pickles.

Outside the sea got dark fast, and it was only partially illuminated by the flickering lights from the buger place. The employees exhausted, after the longest shift they had ever endured. And by the looks of the beached whale of a patron, it was far from over. Even as his shirt failed to contain the chest and was beginning to snap on its very last seams. It was still a mystery what kind of pants were able to hold all that blubber showing no signs of breaking down. Even the wooden barrel that had once propped up the fish as he ate was all but gone, under copious layers of adipose.

In his mind, Mr. Bass could only fill —even further— with glee and pride. A few more burgers and he'd break two more personal records: more burgers eaten on a single sitting, and more fast food places visited back-to-back. And he still had some space to try at least that ice cream parlour down the block. This oughta be enough to win the Annual Eating Competition next month, right?

Then again, he was born to do this.
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My part of a trade with the wonderful and extremely talented  dino.d.dice which you can see right HERE!. He is an amazing artist and a very kind friend. If you haven't watched him yet, I honestly don't know what you're thinking! Go do that now!!

I really liked putting mystelf to the test of modifying the character to fit my style. I was given the green light to make some modifications to the original design, and I'm pleased with the outcome. I shall also add that fish are very hard to draw! Especially as anthros. There are not enough fatty fish out there. They deserve some love, guys!

I also wanted to attempt a slightly different angle (more up-looking down) and improve my background skills, so I really appreciate Dice's ideas. All in all, I'm happy with the result. I hope y'all like it too. I'd love to hear what you think.

Bubble Bass, names and places © Nickelodeon

Art, yours truly ©  dragontzin