The Art of Organised Cheating Part 1

You decide to purchase the tatter tots. It’s been a while since you’ve had a good plate of tots. It only takes a few minutes for the chef to prepare the sizzling golden tots.

Lyra, of course in making the same choice herself, commends you.

You levitate the tot to your mouth, eager to eat.

Colgate then begins idle conversation about dentistry.

Suddenly, your mouth feels like a sauna. A volcano sauna. In the summer. On the sun. Those tots were hot. So hot, it burned a hole through the roof of your mouth, and melted down your throat.

The sheer shock kills you.

A tater tot.

DEATH BY A TATER TOT

W-what?!