Everyone remembers Popeye as a slightly uneducated but charming mariner, beloved of Olive Oyl, rival to Bluto and righting wrongs with acts of spinach-fuelled minor violence. What isn’t known is that off-camera, he was a brutal sadist, reaping sordid deviant pleasure from the unspeakable acts of depravity that he forced upon unfortunates in his subterranean lair. As the unknowing public walked along the city streets above, hideously gruesome sounds, tortured screams and aural spews from the mouth of Hell itself erupted. This is the sound of POPEYES RAPESTATION: where good becomes bad, light becomes dark, the unspeakable is spoken, where all sense is lost. Now is the time to experience what lies behind the closed door. Toot! Toot!