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The tomato looks up and down the door again, "I don't think oil's going to help us get inside man."

"I'm fine!" Tomato calls, "But my everything hurts!" He slowly rolls backwards, groaning, "I have no other ideas."

The tomato continues towards the kitchen, yelling, "If they won't cook us, we'll cook ourselves!" he runs headfirst (?) into a door.

The tomato continues to roll, refusing to give up on his quest.

"Ow!" the tomato falls on the ground and bruises a little.

"Lets roll" the tomato rolls off the table.

Tomato looks at the sticky stuff, then over at the touching scene of olive oil and red peppers. This stuff is terrible for food. Maybe good for, like, fixing stuff though, his eyes scroll back over to the other two, then he slowly pushes it off the edge of the counter, "So to the kitchen?"

The tomato yells in pain, then realizes that it has no nerves, and therefore no pain receptors, and just kinda quiets down, "Thanks Chez."

"GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME!" the tomato yells, rolling into the room. It was covered in some substance that was silver on one side and sticky on the other, "Get this sticky stuff off me!" he rolls over to the olive oil and the pepper flakes, completely ignoring the situation at hand.

The tomato rolls down the stairs with the SO. He decides to take a shortcut and rolls off the stairs onto a desk. He begins looking around and spies something round, shiny, and silver. For some reason he feels like he has to touch ot.

Tomato looks down, "All right. Later carrot!" he hops away with the special oregano, "That carrot was weird."

The tomato continues to sit awkwardly with the purple carrot. "So, uh... you get out much?"

Tomato glances at the carrot, "Hey friend, how ya doing?" The carrot stays silent. "Ah, a strong silent type huh? Cool. Well, nice to meetcha. I'm tomato. You know the way down to the kitchen?"

Tomato just kinda stares at the potato, "Lets just kinda not do that," it suggested, "We can just roll our way there."

The tomato rolls out of the bag, "What's up spice?"