But just as you start to take your first bite of the fruit, one of the oranges in the tree above you begins to warp and morph, taking shape into Froot.
RETARDED JARTYCUCK!!! YOU MKAKE A DEAL WITH PEDOSOOT, STEAL FROM MY SACRED TREE, USE MY FRUITS FOR IGNOBLE PURPOSES, AND FINALLY YOU DESIGN TO EAT THAT WHICH YOU HAVE STOLEN, AND HAVE NO RIGHT TO?
O, WRETCHED, FOOLISH CREATURE! I CURSE YOU, THAT FROM THIS DAY YOU MAY NEVER BE WHITE, AND ALWAYS BE AN ASS!
You can scarcely react before you are surrounded by an orange, tangy glow.
You are now a jartymule.
What do you do?
