"Bruv, ya got any more of that corn?"
"As it turns out... I do."
"Warm it up, will ya!"
"But brother, it will surely pop."
"Nahh, i's thicc crust'll keep it from pop'n! Trust the corn, bruv."
"But brother, I have seen this before. I was at a gathering of tall skinny figures with one of our pink companions. They were warming the corn brother. And then... I saw it. The corn exploded in a violent fashion. It cannot be warmed, brother. It mustn't."
"'s This sum sorta sick fockin' joke? Fockin' warm the corn up or I'll shank ya."
"Please brother. I fear I have to use the facilities now. I hope sincerely that I wont return to this corn popped. That would surely break my poor heart."
... to be continued