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At this point, Jack realized that what he was watching was not a scene of a pet shop, but some sort of animal sacrifice chamber. Around a half a minute of Thomas sobbing about how beautiful he observes the tiling to be is shown, while the rest of the video is pretty much still frame. A close-up of a woman's face, while she smiles and chows down on a hot dog, is shown. Then she spits out what must have been a solid gallon of yellow mustard, spitting up like a haunted spirit in need of an exorcist. "It begins", she whispers, smiling like a vixen. The camera zooms out, slowly.
A shot of a bubbling witches' cauldron is shown. Various herbs, spices, and hot dog condiments are tossed in. Ketchup, mustard, pickles, relish, onions, and leather bootstraps boil away until a massive, velvety cloud poofs and
The ending is especially messed up. The venomous dog spirit is seen stampeding into a local junior high. He claws apart twelve copies of beautiful student reports of hopes, dreams, and inspiring things that they had witnessed. Phoenix howls in delight like a coyote possessed before leaping out of a window and poofing in yet another scarlet cloud – this time, for good. The only remaining student reports are those of Thomas, Philip, and Mary. All of them contain lies about the school, its students, and its teachers.
The rest of the episode depicts hundreds of years that pass. It's difficult to make out without the dialog, but it appears that the
Meanwhile, a rival school grew, and it was beautiful. It taught peace and love. It appeared that the teachers who had escaped martyrdom at the previous school had saved the tradition of goodness, against all odds. They had continued to teach at the old school, and some found the involuntary end to their servicing there. It's a shame. As for
My name is Jack. I used to be an intern at PBS. I used to feel like a much different person. I was youthful, wide-eyed, and innocent. I had written a book about a magical elf named Craigery who lived in an enchanted forest and saved his people and taught children to be respectfully social.
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