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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover.

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements.

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next,

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism.

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be

One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"

"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.  Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"

Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"

This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only