[Mr. Krabs was panicked, and he burst into his restaurant.]
Who took me secret formuler!?
"Well, well, well…." Light chuckles, swiveling around in Krabs’ office chair. "It looks like we both want something here, don’t we?" he dangles a small corked bottle between two slender fingers. A cat to a mouse.
"Tell me," he leans forward, hands on the desk, and a sly grin on his face. "What do you know about… shinigami?"