If you have to ask, you can’t afford em

I have a mental image of you in a basement sweatshop in Philadelphia- the air is full of smoke and there’s a constant barrage of German speeches and gunfire being played over the loudspeaker, broken only by the occasional steam whistle. You take a longing glance out the window, wishing you were on one of the higher floors so you could jump. And there is it.

Pinecone.

Potatoes are now called potatoes