Wallypot McGinty and the Space Potato (of Dooom)

"I am Wallypot McGinty," said Wallypot McGinty. "And you are?"

"I am the Space Potato," said the Space Potato. "Of Dooom!"

"How many Os is that?"

"Three."

"Good."

Wallypot McGinty stuck a fork in the Space Potato, and got out a knife in preparation for slicing.

"Ow!" said the Space Potato.

Wallypot started to slice.

"I said ow!" said the Space Potato.

"Shhh!" said Wallypot (who continued to slice).

"Stop it!" said the Space Potato.

"Why?" said Wallypot.

"Because I am the Space Potato," said the Space Potato, "of Dooom!"

"Only three Os."

"But I can still do this..."

Numerous slicey, stabby and otherwise potentially painful bits emerged from the Space Potato, like it was some kind of infernal Swiss Army Knife, rendering it thusly inedible.

"Oh," said Wallypot McGinty.

And at that moment, a Space Potato that was three times the size of the three-O'd Space Potato suddenly appeared.

"I AM," said the bigger Space Potato, "THE SPACE POTATO OF DOOOOOM!"

"Five Os?" said Wallypot.

"YES!" said the five-O'd Space Potato.

"May I?" said Wallypot, as he picked up the Infernal-Swiss-Army-Knife-That-Was-Once-A-Three-O'd-Space-Potato.

"Yes you may."

Upon which, in a swift series of movements, Wallypot McGinty sliced the SPACE POTATO OF DOOOOOM into two equal halves, slathered each with a knob of butter, squished in some grated cheese and rapidly consumed.

The Space Potato of Dooom (three-Os) made a quick exit.

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