“No,” says a wise, half-eaten avocado. “Satrip. The sacred combination of Saturn’s rings, a trip, and a rip. In the cosmic bun, all things are one.”
“So what now?” Brenda asks.
A single, silent tear rolls down a potato. sausage party: foodtopia s01e08 satrip
Frank gives a rousing speech: “We’re not leftovers! We’re main courses who haven’t peaked yet!”
Suddenly, the rings of Saturn appear in the sky (they are actually glowing onion rings). A cosmic vortex opens. This is the — a reality-ripping event where all food consciousness merges. “No,” says a wise, half-eaten avocado
Frank blinks. “So… we’re fake?”
Frank and Brenda sit on a hill of crumbled crackers. ” says a wise
“No. You are real fake. Like a plant-based hot dog. You have no purpose except the one you meat.”