Fried Blue from FRIED BLUE by The Vertigo Master
We had done it! The first batch lay before us, glowing ethereally in the deep frying vats in the back of a Denny’s at three in the morning when Eisenberg had broken the unfortunate news.
“What do you mean there are side effects?” Spagoot cried, outraged.
“They’re completely hypothetical and highly improbable, but it’s entirely possible that something could go way wrong if we go through with this.”
Cactus shrugged, “We’ve come this far haven’t we?” He extracted the blue via a glass and raised it. We all did the same. It was a toast then.
“To our success, then.”
“To Fried Blue!”
