Walken would give him the infamous "I'm Christophen Walken, the scariest bastard alive" look while Newman just hungrily ate hard-boiled eggs ala 'Cool Hand Luke'. After all the eggs were gone, Walken would continue staring and staring, while Newman ate some Paul Newman-brand popcorn. After the popcorn, Newman would induldge in his other products; pasta sauce, salsa and lemonade among them. Newman would then begin to get nervous because Walken wasn't blinking and showing any emotion, outside of a quiet rage.
They would approach each other and prepare to get down to business...when all of a sudden, Newman would be overcome by the most raunchy, noxious gas anyone ever imagined. Walken would frantically look for an exit, while Newman would bask in the magnificence or his own flatulence. Soon, he too would be overwhelmed by the power of what would be later referred to as 'The Thing'. The Thing would go on to react with the excess butter that Newman's popcorn is noted for, as well as the various components of Newman's other products. Additionally, The Thing would gather strength from the toxic vapors from the pool of boiling acid that Walken had planned to place Newman in after rendering him unconscious.
The resulting chemical reaction would give The Thing the ability to hold its gas form and not dissipate, as this was no normal fart. It would gather more potency by absorbing residual carbon dioxide in the air. The Thing would go on to terrorize a playground of small children, ruin a garage sale and even destroy a patch of freshly planted strawberries. The Thing would grow to monstrous proportions and a vicious smell, until it was consumed by an even greater force...Rosie O'Donnell's ass. Similar to a tractor beam, O'Donnell's ass drew the potent force to her and overwhelmed it with her own insatiable appetite, including anything that is or once was food. For her efforts, O'Donnell would be given a lifetime pass to Shecky's All-Night Chicken Shack.
What if we had flying cars?