There once was a beaver named Danny Chomp. He

There once was a beaver named Danny Chomp. He lived in a dam with his aunt Miss Chew. He was thrown out by hurricane De Glomp. He then woke up next week in Timbuktu.

John was a troll living under a bridge.To cross the bridge danny chomp desired.He told the beaver the price was just a smidge.Danny had no money he was fired.

"I offer you a price more than money.""I give you knowledge, you give me the toll.""I don't give the crap, go suck a bunny.""Hey, want a cigarette, I have a roll"

The troll woke up a couple days later.The cig was full of a poisoned tater.

As a result, he had been ansformed into a - wait for it - Tater Tot. He found himself slightly unnatural smelling, with a rough dermis and smushy insides. The troll decided to use

The cig again. Sure it was poisoned but man, that was good. Now we rejoin our protagonest, Danny Chomp. He is on his quest to find the golden tater so he can restore da cig of life

he whispered, just before all hell broke loose. The Hash Brown of Eternity had given up smoking in a blood in/blood out ceremony that cost him a lung. He wasn't wasting his other

internal organs on a futile effort such as this, which led to his decision to