tricola (the third moon) was waxing sasquatch and the lads were stirring for some electric peaknuckle. lentilstiltskin had finally hit his groove, the eclectic tyke, and zorts were a-finkin'. however, villagers were in for 1/treat, as an incredible potato rolled down the mountain and demanded the entire onion harvest. however would dessert be made?? when the townspeople angrily refused, the incredible potato frowned. then, the incredible potato began humming. the humming was maddening, even moreso than joanna newsom's voice. furthermore, it carried with it a psychedelic mind-whammy of epic proportions. i cannot describe it, and even if i could, you would not want me to. little lentilstiltskin, however, seemed uneffected.
"wat" he said.
the incredible potato then turned into frozen french fries, and fed the villagers for many years.
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