Brutus, ya scurvy swab, I smacked ya down the last time we met, and I will smacks ya down again the next time, ya scabby blowhard! You used ta be called "Bluto" a long time ago, and then ya changed yer name outta SHAME and HUMILSKIATION for all the times I beat ya to a pulp. Yer nothin' but a used-up gas bag, Brutus/Bluto or whatever yer name really is. I could beat ya with one arm in a cast, and not even start to work up a sweat. Olive is my gal, and she ain't nobody else's, and she AIN'T fakin' it.