Years ago In this very restaurant The Hash Slinging Slasher used to be a fry cook Just. like. You. Only Clumsier! The one night, when he was CUTTING the Patties It happened He forgot the secret sauce? No He didn't wash his hands No Irregular portions? NO! He cut off his own hand by mistake! You mean like this? Or like this? x8 Except he wasn't a sponge So? SO IT DIDNT GROW BACK AHHHH NO! And replaced his hand with a rusty spatulas And he got hit by a bus And at his funeral they fired him! Now every- what night is it? Tuesday Tuesday Night! His ghost returns to the Krusty Krab, to reap his horrible vengeance... *gasp* But today's Tuesday Night Then he'll be coming How do we know? There are 3 signs that signal the approach of the Hash Slinging Slasher First the lights will flicker on and off, next- Dude can I have some ketchup Oh here you go Next the phone will ring and there will be nobody there Finally the Hash Slinger Slasher arrives in the ghost of the bus that ran him over He exits the bus and crosses the street without looking both ways. Because he's already dead. He taps on the window with his greasy spatula hand He opens the door *screech* He slowly approaches the counter... You know what he does next? What? You really want to know? What? Are you sure you want to know? WHAT WHAT WHAT DOES HE DO?! He gets ya! *SCREAMING* *laughing* Edit: Someone tell me how this is a shitpost I legitimately wrote this out, and it isn't about alligators.