Squidward: Years ago, at this very
restaurant, the hatch-slinging slasher used to be a frycook,
just like you. Only clumsier! And then, one night, when he was
cutting the patties, it happened...
SpongeBob: He forgot the secret sauce?
Squidward: No.
SpongeBob: He didn't wash his hands?
Squidward: No!
SpongeBob: Irregular portions?
Squidward: NO! He cut off his own hand! By mistake! SpongeBob:
You mean like this? [At every 'this', SpongeBob removes
his arm and a new one grows back]
SpongeBob: Or like this? Or this? Or this? But what about this?
Or this? Or this? Or this?
Squidward: Except he wasn't a sponge!
SpongeBob: So?
Squidward: So it didn't grow back!
SpongeBob: OH NO!
Squidward: And he replaced his hand... with a rusty spatula.
And then... he got hit by a bus! And, as funeral, they fired
him! So now... every... What day is it? SpongeBob: Tuesday.
Squidward: Tuesday night! His ghost returns to the Krusty Krab
to wreak his horrible vengeance!
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