So, poor old Junior.. I mean Spudman, was about to be "washed" out of Super Hero Academy.  Spudman blamed everyone. especially his two worst friends, "Mudfart and Boob-brain," as he liked to call them.  He said they were too busy being buddies and chasing the Hooters' girls.  Too busy thinking with their little spuds, to be with a real spud.  It was then that Boob-brain, I mean Bobbin, noticed the change. 

At first, it was all the porn sites on the Internet..

Then it was the booze..

Our little spud had become..

Spud Evil, Master of.. of Evil

Strange things began to happen at Stupid Hero Academy..

	Water fountains began dispensing Tequila
	Toilets had little rubber duckies floating in them
	Strange drawings of a penis wearing a hat began to appear
	Photos of heroes without capes, appeared in Playboy
	Photos of Hooters girls with certain six inch toys (our heroes, you have such a dirty mind)
	And worst of all.. That damn spud was porking every potato in the Mess Hall.  He even was seen with several Yams.. that bastard!

 

Caught in the act with some under-age spuds

 

The mayhem had to stop.  Mudman and Bobbin were given the task of interrogating the little spud.  Only problem was that Spud Evil, as he now called himself, had disappeared.  Vanished.  Now evil, he could shape shift without leaving body parts exposed.  (I had the same problem as a teenager)  The only clue was a can of Spam, left at several of his wild sex parties.  Seems he was doing the Spam too.

Mudman and Bobbin followed him one afternoon
as he was stealing a Jeep Wrangler. 
Seems he had a hot date with a turnip.

Bobbin, "Hey man.. I'm getting bugs up my ass! Mudman, "That's because you're an idiot and you don't wear underwear."

Unfortunately, our two stupid heroes fell off the bumper when they hit a speed-bump in the "Buy-the-hour" Hotel.  After an exhaustive strip search of every hooker in the place, they came across a room totally demolished.  Tequila bottles everywhere.  Banana peels and grape stems littered the place.  It was disgusting, but kind of kinky too.  The only item left was a can of Spam.  The Jeep was still in the parking lot and the sweet and sour dip, still warm.  Mudman suspected that our mysterious spud was still in the room.  "The Spam Bobbin, it has to be the Spam"  Bobbin looking as goofy as usual, just said "huh?"  "The only food item left is the Spam.  We kept overlooking it.  He is the Spam, I am positive."  Bobbin, "Yeah, you have positively lost it mud boy!"

Wasting no time, Mudman and Bobbin took the Spam back to Stupid Hero Academy for questioning..

Under the hot lights of the interrogation lamps.. nothing.  The suspect was silent. He obviously had canned up.	Mudman, "Talk damn'it!  I know it's you" Bobbin, "I'm hungry can I pop his lid?"