🍆🍆🍆🍆½ (four and a half eggplants – would rot again)
One line from an old, wrinkly grape killed me: “I’ve been avoiding the compost for 300 years. I’m tired, kid. Let me be soil.”
Brendan (the bagel) forms a doomsday cult. Sammy (the sausage) tries to unionize the fruit. And Barry (the other sausage, yes, there are too many characters) discovers a mysterious bunker labeled “WMA.”