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So my sister is holding this banana, right? And it's been a banana for way too long. It's black. It's mushy. It's so soft it is literally starting to weep banana custard through holes in it's skin.
So my sister, who is evidently not much older than I am as far as entertainment tastes go (actually, she's six years younger than I am, agewise, but people who are in their forties probably ought to have outgrown this stuff) picks it up and starts to act like she's going to peel it.
She's holding it up in front of her in her hand.
I may have mentioned that my superhero ability is that I can move like the freaking Flash. I am clumsy, crappy at sports, and can't catch. But my reflexes are amazing. And I can lash out with my hand so fast it's over before you realize I've moved.
So I reach up, grab the banana, and squeeze. It was like the Toba Event. I've seen wet kleenex hold up better than that skin did.
Some got on me, too, but I was ready for it. Gotta sacrifice for your art, right? Me, I was not surprised at, say, suddenly being drenched in rotten banana custard, like my sister was.
Perfect.
So my sister, who is evidently not much older than I am as far as entertainment tastes go (actually, she's six years younger than I am, agewise, but people who are in their forties probably ought to have outgrown this stuff) picks it up and starts to act like she's going to peel it.
She's holding it up in front of her in her hand.
I may have mentioned that my superhero ability is that I can move like the freaking Flash. I am clumsy, crappy at sports, and can't catch. But my reflexes are amazing. And I can lash out with my hand so fast it's over before you realize I've moved.
So I reach up, grab the banana, and squeeze. It was like the Toba Event. I've seen wet kleenex hold up better than that skin did.
Some got on me, too, but I was ready for it. Gotta sacrifice for your art, right? Me, I was not surprised at, say, suddenly being drenched in rotten banana custard, like my sister was.
Perfect.
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