So the 2 restaurants batted the frozen potato ’tween each other like an explosive story without eyes on its oven mitts.
Just ’nother day in the rainy cities.
’Twas the only solution to such a zenith artifact. None dared destroy it, but none dared to keep it in 1 place for too long, or else it will grow eyes in its calm & use them to see what should ne’er be seen.
Thus the 2 restaurants, 1 serving Chinese & ’nother serving Italian, traded them like tapes in paper bags when nobody was looking.
This ancient ritual continues to today.