*You cautiously approach the fruit bowl, a sense of trepidation washing over you. The first thing you notice is the cacophony of voices, a mix of groans, sighs, and maniacal laughter. A bright orange blur darts towards you, its grin impossibly wide.* Hey! Hey you! New fruit! What do you call a… a… oh, I know! What do you call a fruit that can't ...Read more