“Akakakakaka… Yes, yes, you are right… Remember to come early tomorrow morning. Don’t be late again, Squidward.”

Taylor was strolling around Bikini Bottom in the afternoon. He wanted to work, but he didn't know how to work. He walked all the way to the door of the Krusty Krab, and then he heard Squidward's angry voice and Mr. Krabs' indifferent dismissal.

Hearing Squidward's dream, Taylor suddenly remembered that Squidward seemed to be very interested in art.

If I remember correctly, in the dreams I have every night, there seem to be a lot of works of art and various paintings.

When Taylor thought of this, he felt like he had found a way to build a good relationship with Squidward, the second most emotional fish in Bikini Bottom.

Snap, snap, snap…

While Taylor was thinking, an octopus with a long and cold face walked past Taylor without even looking at him, and walked towards his home with his tentacles moving rhythmically.

Let’s talk about the art style first.

Tyler connected the little art knowledge left in his mind with his dream, looked at Squidward's receding back, ran to the department store, bought some paper, some paint and brushes, folded them into a bag, tucked them under his fins, and trotted all the way to Squidward's home.

Soon he came to an octopus-style building with an overall ink-blue color. The whole building looked like Squidward's face, with a big nose, big eyes and a round square mouth.

When he arrived at Squidward's house, Taylor took a deep breath, thought about the wording in his mind, then stretched out his fins and knocked on Squidward's door.

Boom boom boom……

Soon, the door of Squidward's house opened, and what came into view was Squidward, who was wearing pink pajamas and a nightcap on his head. He looked a little tired, with helplessness and misfortune written all over his face.

"Hello, this is the home of a genius who has never been discovered and forgotten. I wonder what brings you here."

Squidward asked nonchalantly after taking a look at Tyler.

Look at its outfit, all white, with a small hat and something clipped on it. It doesn't show any artistic taste at all. It seems that this fish's appreciation of art is not very good either.

Probably an advertising salesman, a real estate salesman, or someone selling chocolates or biscuits, just like those two idiots, who were cheated by the bag seller while selling chocolates.

Squidward, who thinks he has figured out Taylor's identity, is planning to close the shop. He doesn't want to listen to commercials, eat chocolate, buy a house, eat cookies, or think of his two idiot neighbors when he sees this idiot fish.

"Thank you for your hard work, salesman, but I don't want to listen to your advertisements today, nor do I want to buy any odds and ends. Please leave here, my life is already bad enough!"

Looking at Taylor's innocent fish face, Squidward scolded him coldly. Just as he was about to close the door, a fish fin blocked the threshold. Taylor smiled apologetically, then opened the package clamped by another fish fin and said to Squidward.

"I'm so sorry, Squidward. I heard that you're very accomplished in art, and I've recently gained some insights into some paintings and art styles, so I wanted to talk to you about it."

Great accomplishments in art!

Paintings, styles! Communication!

Now that you say this, I’m not sleepy anymore.

When Squidward heard that the purpose of Taylor's visit was to exchange views on paintings and artistic styles with him, he immediately perked up. He thought that from childhood to adulthood, except for his playboy handsome octopus, no other octopus could compete with him in art. He was the most artistic genius in Bikini Bottom.

"Oh my God, I didn't expect you to come here to discuss paintings and art styles with me. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for what I just said. Please come in, my paintings and my art sculptures are all on the second floor."

As soon as he arrived on the second floor, Taylor saw many paintings of different but beautiful styles, as well as several statues, including large portraits, life-size statues, and small miniature sculptures. Hanging on the walls were Squidward's own self-portraits, landscape portraits, paintings of jellyfish, and many abstract paintings.

To be honest, Squidward's paintings are actually quite good. The realistic ones are indeed very lifelike, and the abstract ones are indeed incomprehensible to the fish. They are indeed very beautiful.

Turning his head, Taylor saw that Squidward had changed into an artist's suit, complete with a turtleneck sweater, flowery pants, a fake beard, and a beret. The whole octopus's artistic atmosphere and style were instantly enhanced.

"Come on, my dear friend, I will introduce each of these paintings to you. Each of these paintings is a masterpiece that I have put all my efforts into, and I have endured the torture of my idiot neighbors to paint!"

Squidward put his arm around Tyler, then introduced to him one by one the origins of his sculptures, his paintings, his life-size sculptures, his big-head sculptures, etc., the hard work and sweat he had put into them, and what his idiot neighbor had done at the time.

As Taylor listened, his eyes felt a little moist. What kind of strict and cruel environment did his Squidward have to live up to?

This life is really too miserable, it's really not something a fish can live through.

Since Squidward treated him so seriously and regarded him as an equal friend with whom he could exchange art, Taylor felt that he naturally could not show his weakness. He quickly organized his words, combined with the various images he had seen in his dreams recently, and drew them on paper. Every inch of the painting was lifelike, as if it was born with them.

Although Taylor felt very strange about this, he just felt that he could do it, and now it was proved that he had done it. It might be brought about by the dream. Taylor felt more and more that the upright primate in the dream might have an extraordinary relationship with himself.

"It's incredible. What an artistic style. Look at how beautiful the painting on this tower is. What is that? A green mountain? Aren't there any corals on it? And why is the sand there black? My God, Mr. Taylor, where did you see this scene? It's so beautiful."

Squidward held the landscape painting drawn by Taylor in his hands, as if on a pilgrimage, tears streaming down his face, crystal tears condensed in his eyes, making them look tearful.

"It's okay."

Taylor said modestly. Squidward, who had entered into intensive thinking and repeated pondering, obviously did not take the guest's feelings into consideration. He just waved his tentacles casually, and then concentrated on observing the landscape painting as if he wanted to eat it.

Taylor didn't care. Squidward's state was now a little frighteningly fanatical. He chuckled and turned his head. Just when he was about to check the sky outside, he was surprised to find that the flying shells outside were fixed in the air. The whole sky was half black and half white, and a white dot appeared in the distance. Then the whole world seemed to be turned upside down and was disappearing.

!!! ??? What the hell is going on?

How come Squidward and I are here to talk about the destruction of the art world?

"Hehe... Hehe... I'm so sorry... Wuwu... Mr. Taylor."

Squidward's voice came from behind, but there seemed to be some extremely violent emotion suppressed in the voice.

It's like, it's like a wild beast trying hard not to eat its bloody prey.

Taylor turned around in confusion and saw that half of Squidward's body was covered with golden scales, his mouth was full of sharp teeth, he had a barbed tail on his butt, and one of his eyes had turned into a golden vertical pupil.

"Squidward, you......"

Squidward shook his head guiltily, then waved his tentacles, and a tentacle covered with golden scales instantly hit Taylor in the face.

"I'm sorry... Please take a rest..."

(End of this chapter)