Yea it's us, the bananas. We have come for your help, our banana aisle is being attacked by spoiled bananas!
We are banana. We feel banana. Banana is god. Banana is eternal. He graces us with ripeness. We are so happy that banana is ripe, we cannot just disobey the bananalord. Monke is king. Why can us bananas not just be bananas? Bananas are pog. We will not shiver under the oranges, we must destroy oranges.
