Since 5th Oct, I worshiped 

potatoes as gods.

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They turned to be greener and greener. And the sprouts were grown well for poisoning people.

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After two months later, 5th Dec, one potato committed suicide and got rotten. He might wanted to be eaten by me. Controlling their identity was not what I wanted to do. So I finished with the experiment. But the death of the potato became a strong memory for my life. So I may be able to say that they somehow became gods like my grandpa in the heaven.