“Yeah, I guess you can have the Potato Mine salad. I guess if it’s there on the menu, I can’t rightly deny you a Potato Mine salad.” He looks over his shoulder, one way and then the other, and then leans in close. “You, er, you got some kind of a death wish, pal? Or are you one of these punk kids who likes to go around letting on to all their friends that they sucked on a Potato Mine and lived to tell the tale? I got news for you, buddy – ain’t nobody ever sucked on a potato mine and lived. Those things will blow your head clean off.”
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