Kinda tricky answering that Trej! In my dimension, the Vong are all slurped up with gravy and a piece of meat; but I guess somewhere right or left of Transylvania, there's a space-time-dimension-portal that takes you to a place where beans and peas give it large with their laser-force powers.... i'll honestly never be able to look at a plate in the same way again... ...and further more, all my potatoes will hence more be mashed; as to prevent any such individuals of getting ideas of power beyond their table-top station.... prior to being consumed in my gob! Err...umm... as a prospective-priest, Cain, do you reckon I require urgent medical help? One of my carrots just fired off a 'Death Star run,' on a pork-chop; the encounter was messy, ugly, and saturated in peril and danger; but was thwarted by the swift intervention of a fork...