Fire Newt: Stop farting on me! It's gross!
Finn: You know the penalty for stealing boots.
Jake: And that's poots. Poots on newts.
Jake: All right, I'll help you, but you have to swear not to beat me up.
Finn: I swear.
Jake: And also, you have to talk in rhymes. Talk in rhymes all the times.
Finn: I swear. And pigs have hair.
Jake: Now let's hit your fear of the ocean where the sun don't shine, in the sea cucumber.