Before you finish drawing your weapon, the solitary floating eye flashes a wink and is transformed into a foreboding fruit. You attack for hours trying to inflict a mortal wound on the bad banana, eventually slipping on the peel. Your heavy body hits the ground and your weapon releases from your grip.

The banana smirks from behind a pair of cool guy sunglasses.

Do you surrender, stranger?

• Yes, please. Take me home now.
• Stay still... maybe it won't see you?
• There's always that secret third option: Run away to your squaaad!