As Glorb continues screaming, a potato falls off a nearby potato truck.
A potato has joined your party!
The potato sits around, idly. "Well," he says in a baritone voice, "Where's the party? There's no drinks, no music." Fobert leans down to talk to the potato. "It's not that kind of party." The potato sighs, grabs his suitcase and puts on a brown hat. "Well, I guess I'll be leaving then. Thanks, guys."
The potato walks into the sunset as Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again" plays.
Glorb yawns. "What was all that about?"