Get up ya runt! Stand up on those twigs you call legs. Brutus said as Popeye stood up. Brutus dark eyes could see the defiance fighting with the fear in the cheating sailors’ eyes. “I’m gonna give you a chance” Brutus said jutting his chin forward. Lifting his massive hand, he pointed at his thickly bearded chin and said, “Pop me one right here you spaghetti armed twerp. Give me your best shot.” Brutus said bringing his brutally handsome in perfect rang of the Popeye. Popeye pulled back his arm, his thick forearm gathering power, his fist tight and he swung. Brutus heard the snap crack and pop as the Runt busted his hand on his anvil chin. Popeye cradling his hand looked into Brutus’s eyes as he said in a very deep and very serious voice, “How’d that feel RUNT?”