POTATO MOON, Part 77: "In Which The Author is Really Happy He Took a Nap in the Middle of This," by Lance Karutz

Edwood's eyebrow raised almost imperceptibly, but everyone happened to be blinking at that precise moment, so his act was, in all actuality, imperceived.  He stabbed at his potato (or was it potatoe?)-made voodoo doll of Jakob.  He had done many things to the spud… effigy… spudigy thing that he had ...