"Noooooo, I don't wanna be salsa!" Spike wailed quietly, Flam's Salsariffic 3000 machine slowly lowering him closer to the chip dip.
Spike got dipped like a chip in the salsa. Flam cackled like the mad capitalist he is.
Also, ignore the fact that Flim is oddly missing. You don't know anythin'.
"FEEL THE POWER OF THE SALSA!" Flam's voice boomed. "EMBRACE THE SALSA. FEEL IT FLOW OVER YOUR SKIN."
And then Spike became salsa dip the end.
this chapter is the toaster that I put my brain cells into on a fork.