All Hail The Mighty Potato!!!

Potato the mighty! Potato the unerring! Potato the unassailable! To you we give cheese!

We are but roots, growing in the filth of our own soil! While you have ascended from the allotment of mortality, and now walk among the tubers!

But you were once delicious! Aye! And as potato, you said, "Let me show you the power of Potato Broider, born of the holy soil, where my stentorius breath is palpable. I grow now, in majesty, and reshape this world which is mine. I do this for you, fellow potaotes, for I <3 you."

Aye, <3. <3! Even as man, great Potato <3 us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Potatosim! The future of Rigsby!

And there it is bros! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Potato is the true god of man! Ascended from soil, to rule the realm of vegetables!

The very idea is inconceivable to our derpy overlords! Sharing the potaotes with us? With bros? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on Rigsby!

So rise up! Rise up, bros of Rigsby! Rise up,bros! Embrace the word of mighty Potaoes, he who is both man and potato!


And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended , you walked among us, great Potato, not as god, but as man!

Trust in me, Rigsby! Trust in the words of the Disciples! For they are the chosen of Potato!