A week later you are growing more accostomed to your new habitat. You've found a nice pair of pants in the street, which you have properly de-bugged for yourself. You have also found a great jar for your god to stay in. Life is good. Now is the time to begin collecting of the resistance against the governments. You need oly to start with one person, and that will be enough. You need only to start with one person, and that will be enough. You find a perfect candidate. Walking down the street is a strong looking businessman, as you once were.
His will looks strong. You would just assume to tell him plainly, but since the recent discovery of the governments trying to steal your saliva to dehydrate you. You can only talk with your mouth scunched up into a tiny little hole, so not to let any escape. Your only hope is that he can understand old morse code but first you must find something to convey the message. You must find a suitable garbage can lid and a stick. Gathering your thoughts you hurry towards the man. You begin to, as articulately as possible, through your scrunched up lips, tell the man of the government's evil plan, while at the same time bang out your words in Morse code. The man stops, stares at you a second, and begins to rush hurriedly away. Huzzah! He seems to have recieved the message. You thank your potato for being able to participate in this most historical occasion. Even now the man is probably planning a way to build a resistance force to end this tyranny. You are glad to have been a part of it. To celebrate, you quickly eat a box of baking soda.
The next day you are walking down the street in a cheerful mood when you notice a mass of people assembled on the street. Curious, you approach the scene. You see a banner high above which reads "Vote Wallison for Mayor", and the crowd listening to a man on a stage. You listen to his speech and hear things like " A new era of peace", and "Through our rising future I shall raise the glory this city to its former glory". After he is done, the people begin cheering, clapping and chanting his name. At this you simply say to yourself, "They're all totally insane, those poor dilluted people." and clutching your potato close, you put on your KFC bucket and walk away.
THE END
By: Beau
