butts was walking home when noticed thing by road. "what is thing by road?" says butts. "it's me, butts," says thing by road. "ok," says butts. butts looks closely at thing by road. thing is a piece of banana bread with single muscular leg. "do you want me to bring you to house?" ponders butts. "i was wondering if you could just throw me in that pit of spikes over there," says bread with muscular leg. butts thinks things over. then, making the only logical decision in this situation, butts proceeds to eat bread with muscular leg. "why butts," says leg bread. "for the glory of mother russia, of course," says b-dog. "but butts you're american," screams bread leg. "oh yeah," says butts. bread laughs. butts laughs. "ok bye," says bum. butts then continues on home, leaving banana leg's mutilated body to rot on side of road.
