My, you're looking famished.
Would you like something to eat?
Mmm?
Eat Burkle's potato chips, Professor.
Tomorrow morning, go to the store and buy as much of it as you want.
As much of it as you need.
Buy as much of it as you can!
Okay.
(Tiffany)
Ugh, not cool.
I SO want my diet soda.
Have some Burkle's potato chips instead.
Go away, pest.
(Tiffany)
Professor, there's something weird going on.
The only thing in the vending machines are Burkle potato chips
and everyone's--
eating them.
So, so good.
Mmm.
Salty, salty goodness.
Try one, Tiffany.
They'll make you happy.
Uh huh, yeah.
Potato chips are greasy and gross.
Especially that brand.
Have you even LOOKED at the ingredients?
Only losers look at ingredients.
Are you a loser, Tiffany?
Whatever, you guys are so weird and dumb.
Oh, excuse me.
Tiffany Sumner?
You're on the volleyball team, aren't you?
I saw your photo on display.
That picture's way out of date.
I'm not on the team anymore.
Listen
I know I don't know you, but you're the only person I've seen today not eating a bag of chips.
Why, what's going on?
Well, everyone on campus is obsessed with eating chips.
It's really weird and gross.
Hmm...
(Ruth)
I'll take that!
(Roger)
Hey, my chips!
(Carl)
You've got some nerve, lady!
You have no right, Ruth!
1,000 calories per bag?
What is this garbage you're eating?!
Oh Professor, please stop her.
Eat the chips, oh eat them.
Yes...Potata.
Carl.
Honey.
Darling.
Use force if necessary.
I understand.
Would you kill a person to get those bags of chips?
I would do anything.
Kill Ruth, Roger
and get the chips.
Yes, I'll do it.
I want those chips.
I NEED those chips!
What was that?!
A little trick I learned awhile back
the Four-Fingered Fist.
(Tiffany)
What's wrong with them?
(Ruth)
Obviously they're addicted to these chips.
(Tiffany)
And everyone else on campus.
(Ruth)
We need to find the source of the addiction and stop it.
Ugh...
Roger, when did you start craving Burkle's Chips?
Ever since I saw the...
woman...
Potata...
Shh!
Where did you first see this woman?
On the TV.
Told me to get
chips!
The TV?
Some sort of subliminal message must have been in the TV signal.
Uh, television's for brainless zombies, and totally bad for my chakra.
Since everyone's addicted to these chips, it must not be a single station that's involved.
Where are we going?
To the Burkle's Potato Chips headquarters.
Excuse me, ladies.
No visitors allowed.
I have a complaint. I need to see Mr. Burkle right now.
No visitors.
Whoa.
Come on!
Okay.
(Burkle)
Good, good!
The signal we're broadcasting through all the television stations is a complete success.
Sales have increased by more than 700%!
(Door opens)
What's the meaning of this?!
Who are you?
We know what you're doing with the subliminal messages, and it's wrong.
I guess that's the only way you could sell your gross product.
Mind control.
It's sad, really.
Want to know what's really sad?
The fact that you're not eating my potato chips right now!
(Burkle)
Eat...eat!
Come on, just one chip.
You'll like it, I guarantee.
Must...resist...so many...calories!
Fight it Tiffany, fight it!
Come to me, my dear.
(Potata)
Yes...come.
How could you resist?!
You will burn!
(muffled screams)
(gasp)
What happened?
I stopped Burkle.
Why's the building on fire?
Let's tend to our friends.
Come on, everyone.
The mountain pose - it's easy, come on!
(groans)
