popeye: “so bluto, you’ve come to fight me for olive oyl?”
bluto: “yeah, lets do it popeye!”
popeye: “alright, let me just get a bite of my spinach”
bluto: “uh– nope, im out”
popeye: “what-“
bluto: “listen popeye, every fight we’ve ever fought, it turns when you eat that thing, i mean last time we fought, you punched me so hard *i turned into a sausage*, and after months of therapy- and losing my faith in god i realized, i-if you eat that thing, i am not going to fight you”
popeye: \*unintelligible\*
bluto: “god popeye whats in that *fucking* spinage? i mean i cant even tell a word of what your saying anymore-“
popeye: “\*unintelligible\* a lil bit of mercury– \*unintelligible\*”
**the end.**