Surmising that the oranges must contain some measure of divine power, you begin munching on the ones that lie on the ground.
NO!! STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING??
After devouring all the oranges within reach, you turn your attention to the tree and begin viciously humping it, pouring all of your Agarthan power into raping the plant.
NOOOOOOOO! NO! STOP NOW, FOOLISH JARTYNIGGER! YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU DO!!
There is a flash of searing light. In an instant, Froot disappears, and with him, the lush greenery. A blight sweeps over the landscape, and the shrubs and bushes wither before your very eyes. The orange tree has become a gnarled, shriveled, dead thing, never to bear fruit again.
But Froot is not dead, for a god is not so easily killed. You can feel his anger lingering, whispering to you through the cold night wind.
What do you do?
