Dexter Lanyon

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Stoked

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The lead sound editor told us to stop, he had to call in the creator to see this. Mr. Hillenburg arrived within about 15 minutes. He was confused as to why he was called down there, so the editor just continued the episode. Once the few frames were shown, all screaming, all sound again stopped. Squidward was just staring at the viewer, full frame of the face, for about 3 seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said "DO IT" and we see in Squidward's hands a shotgun. He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him, and his bed, and he flies back with the force. The last 5 seconds of this episode show his body on the bed, on his side, one eye dangling on what's left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends.

The Black Parade

*dies of mid* I never wanted anything like this I worked hard, tried hard I ran around in domestic bliss I fought hard, died long Every time you're running out of here Every time you're running I get the fear I never wanted any broken bones Scarred face, no home Your words surround me and asphyxiate And I burn all hate Every time you're running out on me Every time you're running I can see I'm not a vegetable I will not control myself I spit on the hand that feeds me I will not control myself The waters spray, the waters run all over me The waters spray, the waters run And this time you gonna pay I'm not a vegetable I will not control myself I spit on the hand that feeds me I will not control myself

Pablo Honey

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