Behind the potatoes is a gang of teenage mice.  They are trying to look tough by smoking cigarettes. 

"Shut the door!" they squeak. 

"All right," you say, "but I'm telling your parents." 

"You won't rat on us!" squeaks one of the mice.  He whips out a mouse-sized sword. 

The other mice flick out their foils as well, and close in. 

Like the sniveling little coward that you are, you run out of the potato closet and slam the door. 

As a brave Knight of the Anti-Smoking Crusade, you boldly stand your ground.