This is a story of gore and lust. This is a tale of total disgust. And because most of you won't keep the right timing. I'm going to go ahead and stop with the rhyming.

Once apon a time, there were were three happy little tomatos. The tomatos lived on a perfect little plant. And they were, as I said, very happy. But one day, the grapes of wrath paid them a little visit. "This is a neat plant you got here." One of the grapes said in a sinister tone. "Thank y....." A little tomato said before one of the older, wiser ones hushed him. "What do you want?" He said. "What do we want?" The meanest looking grape said. "Tom just said that the plant looked neat. We want the plant." "Well you can't have our plant" The fat short tomato said. "Jim." "Yes pa?" "Get the lease." "Right away." "We's the owners of this here land. Ya'll haven't been paying your taxes. This plant is ours." Papa grape said. "So what?" Said the old wise tomato. "We worked on this land. We grew on this plant. Our fathers grew on this plant, their fathers aswell. Our great grandfathers drove off the worms, and fought off the eggplants. Our mothers raise us on this land. We sweat and bled on this land, we died on it. And at the end of the day, we would come back to this plant. This is our land, and our plant mister." "I didn't here a thing you just said. We, bought the land. You rented the land. You stopped paying money. We're kicking you off. Good bye." "Well what are we suppose to do? Are you just going to kick us out, and leave us to die?" "Hell I care for? As far as i'm concerned, this land was bought to make a profit, we aint makin anyhting, we losing money." "The plant. It's in bad shape right now, but it will grow again, and we can sell some more children and women to the great hands above, you know the holy sperit? And then we makes a profit, I swears!!" The tomato pleaded. "It's too late. We gots a better pla....." At that moment the short fat tomato, who had gathered up some more tomatos, held a rifl to the grapes head. "This our land, now gets." The grape was scared now. "Ya think killin me gonna change a goddamn thing? You're wrong, you're very wrong mister." "What do you mean?" "It's the vine. The vine is in charge. It needs a profit. Sure thats where grapes come from, and sure grapes own it. But it aint no grape. No its something different that aint like you or me. It dont breathe, it dont sweat, and it wont die. I suggest you all head over to Publix. I heard theys lots of hands to buy yalls and they makes tons a profits so you wont have to worry bout having to leave.Trust me, it's the only way."

"You speak the truth?" "Nothing but it, i swear" "Okay." "what do we do?" a voice said.

"We go to publix." The wise tomato said. "Are you sure?" "Yes. It is the only way"

They all headed for publix. Their old land and plant got completly destroyed. And when they finally did make it to publix, they got bought and eaten.

Sad story.

Goodnight.