Frito isn't a potato chip. He's a boogie. Frito and Spam had to walk to Fourdoor to drop the One Ring into Mt. Doom and defeat Sorehead. It was an epic tale filled with narcs, elves, wizards, and vee-ates. There was also lots of poetry, like this sample:
I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and wish for a thrill or two
For a goblin who goes in for a few no-nos
Or an orc with a thing about glue.
They just don't write 'em like that any more. I heard Peter Jackson was going to make it into a movie.
I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and think of dirty things
Of deviant Dwarves who suck their toes
and elves who drub their dings
I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and dream exotic dreams
Of Dragons who dress in rubber clothes
and trolls who do it in teams
I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and wish for a thrill or two
For a Goblin who goes in for a few no no’s
Or an Orc with a thing about glue
And all the while I sit and pick
I think of such jolly things
Of whips and screws and leather slacks
Of frottages and stings.