In a world where even the most exciting thing that happens is when the toaster breaks, the thrill prophets of the potato cult gather in secret underground bunkers, fueled by stale coffee and the hope of a slightly-less-miserable tomorrow.
They ponder the meaning of existence, and the best ways to make a decent potato salad without getting caught by The Man.
Their sacred texts are the ancient tomes of "The Art of the Middlingly-Okay Potato Salad," and "The Hidden Art of the Slightly-Sweeter-than-Expected Fries."
Their motto? "May the potato be with you." Read more about their nefarious plans for world potato domination.