“Eu sou o que eu sou… e isso é tudo o que eu sou.”
“Well, blow me down!”
And so, Tião returned to his bicycle, a little wiser, a little squintier, and forever wondering why, every time he passed a vegetable stand, he heard dramatic orchestral music and a whisper in Portuguese: -Extra Quality- Shaolin Popey 2 Dublado
Bluto crashed through three walls and landed in a river, where a passing alligator mistook him for a rusty anchor.
It was .
“Master, I can’t even open a jar of pickles,” Tião whined in perfect Brazilian Portuguese, because in this universe, all Shaolin monks learned kung fu through dubbed VHS tapes. “And why is everyone speaking Portuguese?”
Suddenly, the wall exploded. Bluto stomped in, his metal fists crackling with electricity. “Eu sou o que eu sou… e isso é tudo o que eu sou
“Because,” Master Chow said, handing him the can, “you are the dublado —the dubbed one. The chosen voice of the legend. When the time comes, you will not speak with your own mouth, but with the voice of Popey. And you will say the words.”
The only hope was Popey’s forgotten disciple: a clumsy, noodle-armed delivery boy named . “And why is everyone speaking Portuguese
Tião—now Popey—ripped the lid off the can with his teeth. Spinach erupted in a green whirlwind, wrapping around his fists like prayer beads. He didn’t just punch. He performed the , but each strike landed with the sound of a can opener.