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TRAVELLING UP THE WINDING MOUNTAIN PATH BATTLING THROUGH ALL THE ELEMENTS WE FIND A SMALL CAMPSITE WITH TWO TRAVELLERS DWELLING. ONE HAS BEEN OUT TO SCAVENGE AROUND THE BARON LANDSCAPE WHILE THE OTHER HAS PREPARED WHAT LITTLE FOOD THEY HAVE LEFT. BOTH TRAVELLERS ARE EXTREMELY TIRED AND HUNGRY AND CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT FOOD THEY HAVE TO EAT.

THE LONELY OLD MOUNTAIN STANDS PEERING ABOVE ALL OTHERS OVERLOOKING THE TREES WITH TREMENDOUS SUPERIORITY HOUSING TWO MEN COOKING LUNCH ON TOP OF AN OPEN FIRE. MULLING OVER THE POOR STANDARD OF FOOD THAT THEY HAVE IN THEIR MITS A DEBATE BREAKS OUT ABOUT THE FANTASIES OF FOOD THEY’ED RATHER HAVE.

SITTING DOWN BESIDE THE ROARING FIRE WITH NOTHING BUT A FEW HERBS AND SPICES TO TRY AND SALAVGE THEIR DINNER THEY START TO CHATTER AND BICKER WITH ONE ANOTHER.

MAN 1 LETS OUT A HEARTY SIGH BEFORE AND LOOKS OVER AT THE OTHER MAN.

MAN 1 - “What we need is a few good taters”

MAN 2 BRINGS UP HIS HEAD, AND WITH A CONFUSED AND BEWILDERED LOOK REPLIES.

MAN 2 – “What’s taters precious? What’s taters eh?”

MAN 1 LOOKS OVER AT THE OTHER MAN WITH AN ANGRY, SHOCKED LOOK TRYING TO COMPREHEND WITH WHAT HE HAS JUST SAID.

MAN 1 – “PO-TAY-TOES”

MAN 1 KEEPS STERNLY LECUTERING HIS FRIEND TRYING TO EXPLAIN HIS REASONS.

MAN 1 – “BOIL EM”

MAN 1 – “MASH EM”

MAN 1 – “STICK EM IN A STEW”

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