The banana was screaming at me, its peel splitting open to reveal a mouth full of sharp teeth. It lunged at me, its tiny leafy stem writhing like a tentacle. I dodged just in time, narrowly avoiding being bitten by the enraged fruit. As I backed away, I could hear it cackling maniacally, its banana peel wings flapping furiously as it soared through the air towards me. It was a banana gone mad, a twisted parody of nature that was intent on taking me down. I ran for my life, knowing that I may never be able to look at a banana the same way again.
