The Clash

They put them into two separate cooking pots. The first ones, are never called but the Ps, were cut up to bigger chips of different shapes, dried with a dishcloth or they were just peeled. The second ones, known as the Ds, were prepared from rolls and flour, kneaded to buns and left undivided.
Actually these two groups did not like each other and rarely shared the same plate. From time to time the staff found a member of one team lying under the kitchen unit. There had been serious quarrels between them all the time. The arguments often seemed to be very cogent, but actually they were more foolish than serious and nearly always quite unfair, cruel and even vulgar from both sides.
The Ps perpetually asserted that they are less caloric than the Ds whereas the Ds blamed the Ps for concluding a secret and confidential pact with the McDs company. In return, those from the Ps squad made fun of the others, maintaining that the Ds are not as universal a food as they are. Let alone the contention, which the Ps liked the most, that they are grown and cultivated as any other vegetable and that's why they are also healthier and definitely not such a man-made product or literary an artificial piece of ****.
However the strongest fact, the Ds were never able to argue against, was that they could be made from the Ps themselves. And you can bet that the Ds heared that argument a million times. Sporadically, but not too often, one of the Ps got mixed with the Ds. Then the others started behaving quite friendly, being a little bit afraid of their mates.
Fortunately, the cooks never let these two opponents alone too long. When their clash was no longer bearable, they served them separately as distinct side dishes.
And yet, they both tasted palatable and delicious.