Aye. [shapes his arm like a hook] The hooks. They dangle down and draw you close with their pleasing shapes and their beguiling colors. And just when you think you found the land of milk and honey, they grab you by the britches… [grabs Scooter’s pants and lifts high like he is giving him a wedgie. His drink decreases every time Mr. Krabs grabs his pants as he sips it] …and haul you way up high. Then higher, and higher, and higher [he opens a hatch on the roof and points at the surface] until you’re hauled up to the surface, flopping and gasping for breath. And then, they cook ya, and then, they eat ya, or worse…