POTATO MOON, Part 12 by Tom Galloway

As the sounds of Madonna's Vogue drifted out from inside Sullen Manor,
Edwood shifted his position to strike another sculpture-like pose.
This allowed him to see the potato still grasped in Bela's
aluminum-foil-jacket-like grip.

"What is that?" he asked in a voice which audibly sparkled in the dim light.

"Oh, just a tuber that Jakob ...