SpongeBob SquarePants1999

Squidward:
Years ago, at this very restaurant, the hash-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!