Some people like to think that Elvis’ evil as no bounds. I like to think that tomatoes too have no bounds. Boundless tomatoes that wear sombreros and engage in 1960’s lounge singer style antics are surely a match for a fake Elvis.

They battled long and they battled hard. In the end there was no clear winner. The wheel of life turned. Fake Elvis went back to building bombs. The tomato was thwarted by an attempt to escape reality.

If only he had the tights on at the time this whole crazy mess might have been resolved in a gun battle the way all good battles are meant to be resolved.