Damn that tater’s got moves.
Last night was freezing in Detroit. While the city slept, a portal opened and the Detroit Ice Potato stepped through.
He visited old haunts.
And new haunts.
And now he waits.
Watching, observing, hoping the temperature stays low, and planning his next move while listening to music on his invisible headphones.
♫ It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you, without a dope DIP to step to… ♫
The DIP checks his temperature watch. Time is currently short. Carpe Tubér.