Ha, what poppycock, bilge, fiddle and fuss!
Half you scallywags wouldn't know an honest vegetable if it rose up out of the ground and ensconced itself in your lower colon!
When broccoli was at the crossroads of the evolutionary choice between dinosaur snot and flea pustules, sprouts had already taken over the realm of all flora as the most nutritious vegetable there is. In fact it is in homage to this great vegetable that even your own testicles have attempted to emulate their shape. The last thing I saw that looked like a broccoli, dear sir, was a purulent oozing venereal scab on the labia majora of a woman of ill repute!
And as for asparagus...ha! A most foul vegetable, with no merit, no substance, and a tendency to resemble a limp boiled squid's penis. I have to ask you, sir, what sort of nefarious chicanery you are imbued with, by championing such a vile, reeking tendril of pus?
Nay, I say verily...all else is twaddle, fiddlesticks and high jinx dipped in buffoonery.
The sprout is king and that is all there is to it. Let he who wants to be the first to experience an awakened existence, admit to all here that he has been saved by the sprout!
