Imagine your favourite character, crookedly crowned, slumped on an ornate throne with a brooding expression on their face, several objects of deep personal significance lying scattered and broken at their feet, the whole of the tableau illuminated by harsh grey light of no particular source, symbolising that their absolute material victory is also their absolute moral defeat, having sacrificed everything they valued in order to achieve it.
Now imagine that your favourite character is SpongeBob.
He finally got the manager promotion