Nico walked right up to the potato farm and torched it all.
"Hey, mister!" came a young child's voice. He sat on a tricycle, blowing bubbles with his gum. "What are you doing with that flamethrower?"
Nico turned to face the boy, startled that anyone was there at the park at noon on a Saturday. Kids these days don't play at parks.
For a moment, Nico considered a sinister thought: I can torch the boy...
But then the boy sped away on his tricycle like nothing happened. Nico shrugged.
Still, he felt a longing in his heart to make amends with Percy. A longing that would never be satisfied.
"I just want to be good."
Ah, well. Nobody ever liked potatoes, anyway.
THE END...
...but not really.
Stay tuned for another potato farm. Who will save the day?