💥Budi stared at the screen of his phone with bulging eyes, as if trying to absorb every digit displayed there. "Bob! Bob! Look at this!" he exclaimed, his voice slightly cracking from the excitement mixed with panic.
💥Bob, who was happily munching on spicy cassava chips, glanced over briefly. "What is it, Bud? Just trying to scare me. You’re like a ghost in a local horror movie."
"Here, Bob! SPONGE coin! Look at the price! $0.0000115211! What... what kind of number is this? Is it the home phone number of our ancestors?" Budi moved his phone closer to Bob's face, as if hoping Bob had bionic eyes that could translate the genetic code of the coin.
Bob frowned, squinting at the graph filled with strange lines. "Wow, Bud. That doesn’t look like a number, but more like... a shopping list for ants that’s on a massive sale. Look, there are commas zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero..." He stopped counting because his breath was starting to get heavy.
💥"But, Bob! This just dropped 39.3%! THIRTY-NINE POINT THREE PERCENT! If we use mathematical formulas, it means I lost hair on my head worth thirty-nine thousand three hundred rupiah!" Budi dramatically rubbed his head.
Bob laughed heartily, crumbs of chips scattering from his mouth. "Oh my God, Bud! You are something. Don’t tell me this SPONGE isn’t a crypto coin, but a dishwashing sponge that’s crying because its price dropped. That’s why it has so many 'zeros', because it’s really worth nothing!"
"But, but it did go up a little earlier, Bob! Look here!" Budi pointed to a small peak on the graph. "That must be a sign of hope! Like a sponge that has just been used to wash dishes, then dried in the sun, it can be used again!"
"Palalu hopes, Bud!" Bob shook his head. "That seems like just the heartbeat of someone who's panicking after buying this SPONGE coin. It goes up for a moment, then plummets. Maybe he's practicing skydiving without a parachute."
"Then what about this, Bob, the MA(7), MA(99), what is that? Moving Average? Or Moving Chicken? Don’t tell me this is a fried chicken coin." Budi was still trying to understand the terms on the screen.
"Ah, that's probably just the SPONGE Moving Average that's going down, Bud. Heading towards... the Bikini Bottom sea floor," Bob said, mimicking the voice of a documentary narrator. "Look, the transaction volume is only 218. It seems like it's just you and me transacting, Bud. Maybe this coin was made by Spongebob himself when he was bored."
Budi suddenly squinted at the text "Owner: 4.06K". "Bob, there are 4.06K owners! That means it’s not just the two of us! There are thousands of other people who own this SPONGE coin!"
"Well, that’s the problem, Bud!" Bob pointed his index finger. "That means there are 4,060 people panicking along with us. This is called mass panic in congregation. Maybe they're all thinking, 'What is this coin? Why is the price like used chewing gum?'"
💥Budi sighed, staring at the screen resignedly. "So, the bottom line, Bob, what’s the fate of this SPONGE...?"
Bob grinned. "Here’s the deal, Bud. If the price goes up tomorrow, we treat Patrick to unlimited Krabby Patty. But if it goes down again... well, let’s just consider it a donation to Spongebob so he can buy a nicer pineapple house."
"But, Bob, he already has a pineapple house..."
💥"Well, there it is! That means this coin is really just to make Spongebob richer! We’re just extras in his financial drama!" Bob patted Budi on the shoulder while laughing, while Budi could only stand frozen, lamenting the SPONGE coin that might either take them to Bikini Bottom or to a public accounting office.💥