The banana looked out into the empty kitchen, beaten down by the crushing loneliness. Most days he spent stumbling about the house, high on cough syrup and wine coolers, but today was no ordinary day. Today was the one year aniversary of his third divorce. He skipped the wine coolers and went straight to the smirnof ice, things were getting bad indeed. He quickly downed the first fruity beverage and set it next to a few others on the ground. He was trying to save up bottles to return for spare change, atleast until he got his next welfare check that is. A few cocktail stained letters were left sitting on the kitchen table. One read "Eviction Notice" and the other was a reminder of his $50,000 in unpaid credit card debt. The banana grabbed them and crumpled them up in a potassium filled rage. He then slumped against the wall, his skin covered in bruises and begining to ripin. Then, a plump tomato rolled out from around the corner. "What's wrong Mr. Banana?" the tomato said.
"I....I just don't know if I can do this anymore..." The banana said.
"Well I hope you PEEL better soon, haha" the tomato said. The end.
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