Taters are not ones to fight alone. They're ground dwelling soulds who are the defenders of... Tatertropolis! They're like... uhhh, spirits! Who watch your every move and then smack you upside the head! They're... like chickens, that scratch out yer eye balls! They're a Pack!

Taters are like the mighty mountain goat. Alone they are good for... kicking rocks on people, but even a skill tater cannout possibly smack a elephant unconscious! No, believe me, it's true... Together, though, they can shower the elephant with lots of stones until it gets irritated and stomps around so much that it shakes a boulder loose and crushes it's own skull.
A tater never thinks of an elephant having suicidal tendencies, but hey, maybe he had a break up with his wife earlier, or his dad beat him when he was but a wee child. Nevertheless, they relentlessly pelt the poor bastard with tiny, annoying rocks. Taters are ferociously faithful to their own, they protect each other even if they're fightin' a... cock-eyed rooster! They are the... aaah... wolves of the ground, they know not what laws are, cause they can't read. They're a vegetable.

Stop complaining of teamin' taters, get over it! They're tomatoes!... errr, Vegetables! They do what they can to give you a bruise in the noggin!

-Malak-

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Scarlatan, in the year 264 AF.