Therapist: "That dark, cold northern isle you call Hibernia that you don't want to conquer isn't real. It can't hurt you."

Roman Empire: "Really, Doc? You sure?"

Therapist: "I promise you."

Hibernia: "Potatoooooeeess... Guuuiinnnesss..."

Roman Empire: *screams and turns into mediaeval Europe*

@monsoonrains there were no potatoes there then. 🤓

(No Guinness either, but it was theoretically possible to produce it at the time without discovering a whole new continent.)

@josh0 Yeah but they did have soothsayers. I'd scream and collapse into a fragmented, loose federation of feudal kingdoms if I learned my future was bland boiled spuds and stout.
@monsoonrains not just boiled! You can also mash them, or stick them in a stew!

@josh0 Are you trying to give me traumatic flashbacks to childhood where we went from a cornucopia of foods from around the world in South Africa to bog standard Irish dinners?

Thank God for the immigrant wave a year after we moved there. So much variety shortly after.

@monsoonrains potato braai?
@josh0 I'm calling the police

@monsoonrains from South Africa? Buncha saps…

From Ireland? I think the New Mexico sun will be more than a match for the Gardaí.

@josh0 Interpol

This is an Incident.

@monsoonrains well then, Interpol is about to learn about another use of the venerable potato: high velocity projectiles!

@josh0 *sobs* Reminds me of me aul mum. She loved blasting things with guns.

Still does. But she lives in Ireland and they have "gun laws". Such a drag of a country.