But SpongeBob wasn't a machine. To him, a Krabby Patty was an act of love, and he couldn't feel love in a place where the floor was made of diamond-plated steel. He began to sing—a low, mournful tune about grills that aren't homes and kitchens that aren't gold. The Robotic Solution
SpongeBob’s eyes lit up. The color returned to his cheeks. He leapt behind the counter, grabbed his spatula, and performed a triple-flip that landed a perfect patty onto a bun. The sizzle was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. "Order up, Mr. Krabs!" SpongeBob cheered. [S3E3] Welcome To The ChumBucket
Mr. Krabs didn't hesitate. He tore the contract into a thousand pieces. "SpongeBob! You're home!" But SpongeBob wasn't a machine