I mean, really! They’re lying there, looking oh so pretty, with their passionate orange color and shaped like female breasts. They lure you in, they call and they seduce you.
So you give in. You take one and start to peel it; then it happens. It turns on you, its peel is impossible to separate from the actual fruit itself, you use your best finger work, but nothing. Nothing!. And if you’re one of the actual few, someone people talk about in folklores, a person that has actually managed to remove the peel, you come to the next level.
Trying to separate the orange wedges. There’s some kind of white unknown cocoon around them, preventing you from actually separating one of the wedges from the other, and you get a tingling sensation of the orange actually gloating now.
Then, as always, you end up jamming your thumb and your index finger into the orange, spurting fruit juice all over yourself and the room. You’re fingers are all sticky, but you won. You won!