Hello fellow potatoes! Last time you saw me, we were waiting (not so) patiently in the (not so) short queue to meet my ALL TIME fave idol, Optimash Prime! But before we begin, I would like to apologise for leaving you at that cliffhanger. I’ll try my best to conclude it nicely…(not).
So, where were we? Ah, yes, the stupid leaf guy made us follow him. (Yes, I know he didn’t actually, but...IT WAS STILL HIS FAULT!!!). Now, cue scene 1, take 4.
“Ah, I see you found me…” the figure’s voice trailed off creepily as he stepped into the light.
And...cue commercial break! Only joking. It’s an essay, not a TV show.
“What is it, we lost our place as 1825th in the line!” I whined, hoping for sympathy. But the leaf only chuckled. “Like that would have got you anywhere.” There was a sarcastic tone to his voice. “Anyway, I can help you get that autograph faster...say...now. But it comes with a price.” It was Jerry who must-ard (get it?) up the courage to ask the question which was in all our potatoey (yes that is an adjective) brains. “Umm...we have a iPhonato 6? What’s the price?”
At that moment, I swear his eyes glinted with something a bit scary, something red, something which made me shudder. Then he smiled in that sarcastic way and I felt like rolling my eyes all over again.
“The price is...your trust.” He smiled, clearly satisfied with himself. “You are all about to experience some things you have never...and will never ever experience again. But I need you to trust me. I need you to believe everything I’m about to tell you.”
We all exchanged glances: had this guy lost his mash!? “Uhh...sure...I guess?”
The response that we received was short and sharp, but it explained everything to us, everything. “Optimash Prime is a cheat.”
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!” Our entire gang exploded with laughter.
“Good one, leaf dude!”
“Optimash prime is a cheat! Yeah right, LOL.”
The leaf smiled. “Thought I could fool you there,”. He laughed, but there was something behind his eyes which I didn’t know existed in him: sadness?
“Follow me.” He motioned for us to step back, and prised open a door. We climbed inside and made our way through a series of winding tunnels, until we found another door. We got out, only to find ourselves at the front of the line. No one seemed to have noticed. And then I saw her. She had glossy brown hair, beautiful black eyes.
Her name was Olive.