Papaya Ambush

I am the victim of a drive-by fruiting. After my lovely drinks in the city, I came back here to discover a rainforest sitting on the table in my room. Seriously, you could lose an African expedition in here for easily ten years. Longer if they slip down between the plums and starfruit and end up in that mystical land inhabited only by forgotten individual grapes and that weird green plastic straw.

I am going to have a cup of coffee and fight to the death with a couple of parsimmons. If I lose, bury me in one of those decoratively hollowed out watermelons you get on cruise buffets.