Casually strolling along the footpath of my delicate city, a strange presence was felt among the mist that clogged my vision. A banana; fruity yet also stalkish, I screamed. Running through the clouds lowered down from their usual resting place, I collided with a pole.
Regaining conciousness, I noticed the fruit next to me. Speechless, I screamed inwardly and burst my vocal cords. Blood poured out like a cup cordela being served at a party.
A knife came out of the fruit's pocket and continously stabbed my stomach.
"John is kill"
I am writing this in Heaven, as Jesus is sucking me off and demanding God's permission to come down to Earth.