-jack skellington voice- what's this?

It seemed like there were some damn good plants growing out here on this weird island, Tate would tell you that much. He'd come looking for tobacco, which he'd found, but who was going to turn up more cannabis too? They called that shit weed for a reason... it grew like weeds. Rather pleased with himself and his findings for the day, he figured he'd do just a little more exploring before heading home. Let the comfortable high set in, maybe find some cool shit. Potato is all about the cool shit, after all.

It's with great interest that he wanders through what used to be a grand resort. Nose to the ground, searching for... well, searching for anything that could be of interest, actually. Snooping. He likes to snoop. He likes to rummage. There was a great deal of rummaging to be done. In what seemed to be a storage room, the almost-man finds a bunch of boxes. Using his teeth to split the tape, he begins to dig through it. A box full of stuffed animals wearing dorky little t-shirts... they were actually pretty cute, not that he'd admit it out loud. Maybe he should bring some home for the pups. Filing that idea away, he moves to the next box, opening this one with a bit more effort. This one was filled with souvenir shot glasses. Less interesting.

A box of sunscreen that had long expired here, a box of beach towels there. Knocking one more box over, Tate feels a bit like he's hit the jackpot-- sunglasses. He'd stuff his nose through a pair of aviators before continuing to dig.

"Potato"