plan chip from outer space

there was an invasion by a lost contingent of bbq chips today. me and hatboy had to fight to maintain the equilibrium. we crunched their tusky outer-shells and consumed their munchy inner-centres. sitting in the couch, my hands flicking with lightning speed into the chippies’ space shuttle, i was suddenly struck by a fear of the bbq uniting with the armed forces of the liberal salt and vinegar front.

i don’t know how to confront salt and vinegar, and i don’t think hatboy (skilled as he is at holding whole fleets at bay), could deal with salt and vinegar, as well as a wave of bbq, all in one flooding army of salty goodness. we’d be overwhelmed should such a treaty between the two factions be made.

i decided to send scouts into the field (true to my intense military training during ‘nam), to test the likelihood of this action, but i lost contact halfway through a regiment of bbq snacks.

i hope to use musk-flavoured sugary goodness to foil any attempt at unification.