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Below tha sound of tha wind n' sobbing, straight-up faint, somethang sounded like laughing. It came at odd intervals n' never lasted mo' than a second so you had a hard time pinnin it (we watched dis sheezy twice, so pardon mah crazy ass if thangs sound too specific but I've had time ta be thinkin bout them) fo' realz. After 30 secondz of this, tha screen blurred n' twitched violently n' somethang flashed over tha screen, as if a single frame was replaced.
Da lead animation editor paused n' rewound frame by frame. What our crazy asses saw was horrible. It was a still photo of a thugged-out dead
Da most upsettin part was dat there was a shadow of tha photographer. There was no crime tape, no evidence tags and markers, n' tha angle was straight-up off fo' a blasted designed ta be evidence. It would seem tha photographer was tha thug responsible fo' tha
Da screen flipped back ta Squidward, still sobbing, louder than before, n' half body up in frame. There was now what tha fuck appeard ta be blood hustlin down his wild lil' grill from his wild lil' fuckin eyes. Da blood was also done up in a hyper realistic style, lookin as if you touched it you'd git blood on yo' fingers. Da wind sounded now as if it was dat of a gale blowin all up in tha forest; there was even snappin soundz of branches. Da laughing, a thugged-out deep baritone, lastin at longer intervals n' comin mo' frequently fo' realz. After bout 20 seconds, tha screen again twisted n' flossed a single frame photo.
Da editor was reluctant ta go back, our crazy asses all was yo, but he knew he had to. This time tha photo was dat of what tha fuck rocked up ta be a
Bout 5 secondz afta dis second photo played, Squidward went silent, as did all sound, like it was when dis scene started. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude put his cold-ass tentaclez down n' his wild lil' fuckin eyes was now done up in hyper realizzle like tha others was up in tha beginnin of dis episode. They was bleeding, bloodshot, n' pulsatin yo. Dude just stared all up in tha screen, as if watchin tha viewer fo' realz. After bout 10 seconds, he started sobbing, dis time not coverin his wild lil' fuckin eyes. Da sound was piercin n' loud, n' most fear inducin of all is his sobbin was mixed wit screams.
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Tears n' blood was drippin down his wild lil' grill at a heavy rate. Da wind sound came back, n' so did tha deep voiced laughing, n' dis time tha still photo lasted fo' a phat 5 frames.
Da animator was able ta quit it on tha 4th n' backed up. This time tha photo waz of a funky-ass
Da lead sound editor busted some lyrics ta our asses ta stop, he had ta booty-call up in tha creator ta peep this. Mista Muthafuckin yo. Hillenburg arrived within bout 15 minutes yo. Dude was trippin as ta why he was called down there, so tha editor just continued tha episode. Once tha few frames was shown, all screaming, all sound again stopped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Squidward was just starin all up in tha viewer, full frame of tha face, fo' bout 3 seconds. Da blasted quickly panned up n' dat deep voice holla'd "DO IT" n' our crazy asses peep up in Squidwardz handz a shotgun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude immediately puts tha glock up in his crazy-ass grill n' pulls tha trigger. Realistic blood n' dome matter splattas tha wall behind him, n' his bed, n' he flies back wit tha force. Da last 5 secondz of dis episode sheezy his body on tha bed, on his side, one eye danglin on whatz left of his head above tha floor, starin blankly at dat shit. Then tha episode ends.
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There was a investigation cuz of tha nature of tha photos yo, but not a god damn thang came of dat shit. No lil pimp peeped was identified n' no clues was gathered from tha data involved nor physical clues up in tha photos. I never believed up in unexplainable phenomena before yo, but now dat I have somethang happen n' can't prove anythang bout it beyond anecdotal evidence, I be thinkin twice bout thangs.
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