The devil is red and shiney.
Don't eat tomatos, have a potato. Trust me, you'll appreciate it much more. There is nothing appealing about the tomato. Their very substance is an attempt to implode, explode, or disintergrate. God gave us the clue in their physical form. The moment a tomato gets close to a knife it simply dissintergrates, it's pussy insides spill out as its the flesh slumps to one side.
The stench is one that assults the nose and clings to everything within a ten centimeter radius. The natural will of the tomato is to attatch itself, like some grusome spore, to whichever salad item that comes close, so as to infect said salad quickly and effectively within a moment of tossing. It leaches on to bread, and soaks into the serface equally. And yet every supermarket insists on inserting this foul fruit into eight out of ten sandwiches, with the full knowledge that we cannot ever, no matter how furvently we persist, remove the tomato to replicate a higher standard of fast food.
No my friends, do yourself a favour, choose it's more varied yet constant cousin, the noble spud. Boycott the tomato! One day they'll pay, they will all pay...
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