“Swamp Thing would be more the modest proposal. The idea they might be the dominant life form and we’re the outliers- that’s more Gulliver’s Travels.”

Tim’s finding his stride, both literally and metaphorically. So much that when the next small fry potato charges, he runs up and kicks it like a soccer goalie. Gets a pretty good distance, too. That’d be at least midfield. No word on the potato’s condition.

“So, if it were Swamp Thing, he’s clearly going to trick Brazilian farmers into planting these. Kinda hard to deforest the Amazon when you’re overrun by spuds,” he’s joking but. Does it really sound that implausible? “Gulliver’s Travels is self explanatory. Want me to formally introduce you to the Lillispudians, or do you want to wait until they’ve gotten us thrashed to the ground?”