You also need a potato... So Bob dies and goes to heaven, but before he can get in, he's stopped by St. Peter, who has a few questions. ""All right Bob,"" says Peter, ""first off, on what grounds are you applying for admission to heaven?"" ""Well, sir,"" says Bob, ""I was kind of relying on Jesus to help me out there..."" ""Ah, excellent,"" says Peter. ""Now let me see... ah, that lets us skip over questions 2 through 14... now, on to question 15... Do you like mashed potatoes?"" ""Mashed potatoes?"" says Bob... ""Well sir, I have to admit that no, I do not particularly like mashed potatoes... I much prefer macaroni salad..."" St. Peter then looks down at the questionnaire, frowns, and mumbles a few words to himself. Then he reaches off to the side and pulls a lever. A trap door opens under Bob. ""Aaaaaaa! What was THAT for?!"" screams Bob, as he plummets into hell. ""Dear oh dear,"" says St. Peter to himself. ""Pity I haven't been able to let anyone in for so long... Have to have a word with the boss... has he been playing too much Fluxx lately?""