a new time
Six feet under lays Jarl the, now mashed, potato he awakens to see french fry, the death omen of potatoes. He sat next to him and explained what had happend. he said,"when tater tot killed you, he hadn't realized deep down inside you didn't want to die." "but I did!" shouted Jarl French Fry calmly replied,"but you didn't" "then why would I ask to die?! French Fry said" dignity. you did not want to live as mashed potatoes, but that does not mean you didn't want to live."
"Sooo, now what" asked Jarl. "you live!" shouted French Fry, raising his arms in an upward motion.
Jarl looked around, but could see nobody. he walked for miles, with no sign of potato life. he finally came to a old train station. when he walked to the ticket booth, he found a rotting potato. he could see worms and bugs crawling in and out of the potato, making a home in him. "eww!" Jarl exclaimed, s he turned away disgusted the bugs then took their true form, baked potatoes, or angles, in the potato world. "not this again" Jarl moaned. "why Is It always me?" All seven angels replied in creepy unison," Its not our fault your so rude and disrespectful." "well maybe..." He paused, thinking of a comeback,"yea I got nothing" "see, you have no excuse." they all retorted. "so how do I get to mainland?" Jarl asked. "Oh so now you want our help!" "No, I asked you a question." said Jarl. "That's asking for help" The angels said "Mainland is that way" They said, pointing northeast.
