Do you think we could send the Captain on an urgent mission until the race is over? Or how about a duel on another planet? Since his latest test drive ended in disaster -- ambushed by tomato plants --
we all have red paws and red feet from crushing the fallen tomatoes and we are exhausted. (The Danish chef isn't happy about tomato wine but he doesn't like waste either.)
We are having tomato soup for lunch and marinara sauced pasta for supper. Sady said she is seeing red. I wonder what she means?
