He's a potato private eye down in the mean streets of the Land O' Ports...yet he's too drunk to notice he's a potato...
booze, babes, and bullets in this gritty gumshoe world filled with international cross-breeding conspiracies and transexuals, Spuds in the middle jostled from one case to the next. It's all a blur...

He doesn't look much like a potato...

well not here, but in other places...

ooh! That's regrettable.