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What was he thinking? Was he getting a little nutty at this
hour of the night? Talking to a tomato? Tomatoes don’t
talk!
“Hmmm. It’s
about time you
realized, buddy. Of
course I’m a tomato,” he
said, “I’m Red, at your service.”
Red saluted like an officer.
Bob looked around puzzled. So he asked Red, “What
can you do for me? I don’t need anything at all unless…” he
thought suddenly, “Can you open the freezer door for me?
I’m just dying for a scoop of ice cream.”
“Ice cream, ice cream… Is that all you ever think
about? Clogging your arteries with all that fat and greasy
cream?” Red continued, “when you could delight yourself
with a fresh tropical fruit smoothie! Besides which, you’ll
feel great afterwards... instead of that horrible feeling that
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