" Sooooooo, the head honcho back at HQ loves potatoesss. He loves them sooooo much that he likes to grow them and sell them on the black market" the random guy told Jeremy, leaning in.
Jeremy, also leaning in, asked " What can I do for ya? When it comes to the black market I mean buisness.[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅]"
"Why don't ya follow meeeeee, and I'll pay the bill"
" Wonderful' Jeremy said with a grin as he slid out of the booth.
" What about me?" The Freddy boi asked.
"I guess you'll have to stick with me" the waitress said, doing her eyebrow dance once more.
" Meh. Ok, I guess. You'll have to take my order though" And he proceeded to order his food.
Jeremy and the dude, whose name is Bronson (named after LeBron James - don't ask) walked through some deep and dark tunnels underground the city. They smelled like wet dust, with dripping water, and then, and only then, Jeremy noticed that the underground potato mafia was actually underground.
They stopped walking, and got to some heavy wooden doors.
"After you. I hope your not a hez-a-tater (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ Huehehehe... Get it? Cuz, ya know taters, potatoes.... Hehe-"Bronson said
" I get it... Please just shut up." Jeremy interrupted, as he straightened his clothes.
"Time to meet the head honcho of yours truly - the potato mafia."
Jeremy walked and opened the door, and gasped at what he saw before him.
