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2006-03-29 - 2:47 p.m. The Wrath of Darth Tater Theo and three teammates standing in a hallway. One, threatening Theo in his best James Earl Jones imitation, yells: You have tampered with Darth Tater for the last time! [At this point, it�s important to know that two of them share an office, and of the two officemates, one owns a Mr. Potato-Head dressed like Darth Vader. Our third teammate is merely an innocent bystander � except his nickname is Obi-Won.] Two, looking at Theo who had collapsed in the floor laughing: Sorry. I ratted you out. You see, yesterday I had idly removed Darth Tater�s mask and changed it out for the happy face pieces. Obi-Won: Darth Tater? One: It�s a Mr. Potato Head dressed like Darth Vader. Obi-Won: Pardon me? Theo: It�s a Mr. Potato Head. But yesterday I opened his butt and swapped out the face pieces? Stunned Obi-Won look. You know, Mr. Potato head stores all his extra pieces inside? Obi-Won: I do not, not, not want to know anything more about Mr. Potato head�s butt. At this point, three of our supervisors walked by, stopped dead, looked askance at the lot of us, then fled the scene � apparently also not wanting to get involved with Mr. Potato head and his various body parts. It�s a good day when I can use the words �askance� and �Darth Tater� in the same conversation. And, it was less embarrassing than having to explain the men-without-pants-party to my bosses � and how that came up at work is an entirely different Idaho. Place, not potato. Afternoon quote from Obi-Won: You know, my Mr. Potato Head never opened anything to store parts. Of course, the original Mr. Potato Head, you had to supply your own tater. Theo: Hmm, Obi-Won, you are old. I�ll leave it to y�all to fill in the Darth-Vader heavy breathing in the right places. � � � 
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