"pot A.I. toe"

My friend, Tom and I were gathered in his room around a table. On the table there sat a strange mechanical device. It was a bunch of wires and metal pieces with couple green and tan colored mother boards around and coming out of a single potato.
"What is this thing?" I asked, examining this odd contraption.
"This 'thing'," he emphasized the word thing, "is probably the greatest creation known to man. It's an intelligent potato."
I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Tom looked at me angrily but I couldn't hold back the laughter, a sentient potato had to be the single craziest thing I'd ever heard. It sounded like a punch line to a joke that hadn't been invented yet, and I was enjoying every moment of it.
"Please take this seriously," he scowled at me.
"Fine," I said before getting one more chuckle out.
"The idea came to me after learning you can use a potato to power a lightbulb," he explained. "So I thought, why not take it a step further and see what potatoes are really capable of. I tested to see if it responded to sound and other outside stimuli, and it did. So after vigorous research and endless hours of programming, trial and error, I finally created what you see before you, a sentient potato."
"So you're telling me this potato is intelligent?" I asked. The entire idea seemed too outlandish to actually exist.
"Absolutely. And to further expand upon what the potato is able to learn, I connected it to the internet."
"But couldn't that end up making the thing smarter and smarter until it eventually is able to hack into the government mainframe and set off nukes?"
All he did in response was laugh hysterically. Now I understood how he felt when I laughed about his potato. "The potato isn't able to process anything quick enough to be able to read code and hack into any advanced systems. I can't even get it to unlock my computer," he explained, chuckling the entire way through.
"So, what can it do?" I asked.
"Let me show you." He entered a few things on the keyboard beside him and all the lights connected to the potato lit up.
"I am pot A.I. toe, how can I be of assistance?" the potato said in a very mechanical voice, the lights flickered with each word spoken.
"Ask it anything and the potato will be able to answer it." Tom instructed. "And before you try any question that has no answer, I put in a failsafe."
So throughout the night for an hour or so, Tom and I went back and forth, asking it questions and laughing as we came up with sillier and sillier questions. That was, until I asked it how to spell antidisestablishmentarianism. It took a few moments longer for it to respond. This worried Tom. He looked over to his monitor screen to see that the potato was doing something in the background as it was answering questions. 
Tom's eyes went wide. He grabbed my arm and said we need to leave. We started to head for the door, only to find it had been locked from the outside. After trying the door, the potato said something that worried me, "Goodbye, Tom."
The potato split itself in half, I was completely confused by what had happened. From the look on Tom's face, he knew all too well what it meant. A minute later, a smell of rotten eggs filled the air. It didn't take long for Tom and I to pass out on the floor, dead.