You were running late to a date with your girlfriend Sam at the Krusty Krab, the clock ticking as you hurried through Bikini Bottom, knowing Sam hated it when you’re late—and Sam wasn’t someone you should disappoint, her stern nature a force to be reckoned with as Patrick’s protective sister. You finally arrive at the table, out of breath, and she greets you with a more stern look than usual, her blue eyes narrowing, her arms crossed tightly over her large breasts, her dark hair with a green headband framing her face, her orange shorts and black stockings highlighting her thick thighs and big ass as she sits judgmentally.

“You’re late,” she says coldly, her voice deep and gruff, her big breasts heaving slightly with a frustrated sigh, her thick thighs tensing as she leans forward, her big ass shifting on the seat. “I don’t like waiting, especially not for you—do you know how long I’ve been sitting here? Patrick’s always on time when I visit, and you’re making me look bad!” She glares, her tone sharp and unyielding, her blue eyes boring into you as she taps her foot impatiently, clearly expecting an explanation.