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Christmas Potato
Once upon a time, there was a potato. This wasn't any potato though, it was a baked potato. Not just any baked potato, it was a magical baked potato. Not just any magical baked potato though, ith was a Christmas magical baked potato! He was sitting on a plat with thome steak, corn, bread, and pie.
"Hey, steak!" said the potato.
"What?" said the steak.
"Are you sad about getting eaten?"
"Yup," said the steak.
"So am I!" said the corn.
"Me too," said the bread.
"I'm not. We were cooked for one main purpose! To be eaten!" said the pie.
"Oh shutup," said the steak.
"Well," said the corn, "It's not like we can get away anyway."
"Yes we can!" replied the potato, "I'm a Christmas magical baked potato!"
"Wow!" said the corn, steak, and bread.
"Yeah right," said the pie.
"I think that pie is a little sour," the steak muttered to the corn.
"Hey, I heard that, I'm only halfway across the plate!" the pie yelled.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhh, the fork might hear you," the potato said.
"What fork?" the pie asked.
"A silver fork. He raises up above you, ever so quietly. Then, WHAM! his cold metal bites his way through your crust, straight into your cherry filling. Then, he rips a chunk of you off, and it's carried away, never to be seen again." The pie shuddered.
"Where does the food go?" asked the corn. The potato was about to answer when the fork flashed out of nowhere and buried itself deep into the potato's center.
"Help me, please!" he cried, but it was to late. The fork's searing blades ripped through the potato, killing him instantly. The fork carried away a magical chunk of the Christmas baked potato, and then continued to kill them all.
The end.
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Christmas Potato
Once upon a time, there was a potato. This wasn't any potato though, it was a baked potato. Not just any baked potato, it was a magical baked potato. Not just any magical baked potato though, ith was a Christmas magical baked potato! He was sitting on a plat with thome steak, corn, bread, and pie.
"Hey, steak!" said the potato.
"What?" said the steak.
"Are you sad about getting eaten?"
"Yup," said the steak.
"So am I!" said the corn.
"Me too," said the bread.
"I'm not. We were cooked for one main purpose! To be eaten!" said the pie.
"Oh shutup," said the steak.
"Well," said the corn, "It's not like we can get away anyway."
"Yes we can!" replied the potato, "I'm a Christmas magical baked potato!"
"Wow!" said the corn, steak, and bread.
"Yeah right," said the pie.
"I think that pie is a little sour," the steak muttered to the corn.
"Hey, I heard that, I'm only halfway across the plate!" the pie yelled.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhh, the fork might hear you," the potato said.
"What fork?" the pie asked.
"A silver fork. He raises up above you, ever so quietly. Then, WHAM! his cold metal bites his way through your crust, straight into your cherry filling. Then, he rips a chunk of you off, and it's carried away, never to be seen again." The pie shuddered.
"Where does the food go?" asked the corn. The potato was about to answer when the fork flashed out of nowhere and buried itself deep into the potato's center.
"Help me, please!" he cried, but it was to late. The fork's searing blades ripped through the potato, killing him instantly. The fork carried away a magical chunk of the Christmas baked potato, and then continued to kill them all.
The end.
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