The Potato Test in Heaven

Bob dies and goes to heaven. Before he can enter, he is stopped by St. Peter for a final questionnaire.

"All right, Bob," says Peter. "First off, on what grounds are you applying for admission?" "Well," says Bob, "I was kind of relying on Jesus to help me out there..." "Ah, excellent," says Peter. "That lets us skip questions 2 through 14. Now, on to question 15: Do you like mashed potatoes?" "Mashed potatoes?" Bob replies. "Well, I have to admit, no, I do not particularly like them. I much prefer macaroni salad." St. Peter frowns, mumbles to himself, and pulls a lever. A trap door opens under Bob. "Aaaaaaa! What was THAT for?!" Bob screams as he plummets. "Dear oh dear," St. Peter sighs. "Pity I haven't been able to let anyone in for so long. I'll have to have a word with the Boss; has he been playing too much Fluxx lately?"