You know the thing about a SpongeBob, he’s got…lifeless eyes, blue eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’. Until he bites ya and those blue eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin’ and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin’ and the hollerin’ he comes in and rips you to pieces. Fortunately you used his body to clean up all the blood.
The city looks so peaceful from up here.
Anything is peaceful from one thousand three hundred and fifty three feet.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)