I'm back, all my fellow weird people! Do not get offended by me calling you weird, by the way. Not that you would. Everyone reading this far is probably weird. If you are normal, I don't know how you tolerate my weirdness, and I congratulate you. Now, to business.
A strawberry just exploded in my face.
I didn't even do anything. I was just squeezing it, and looking at it closely, when it exploded! The rudeness of some strawberries. I got red stuff all over my face and was sad, but then I was happy because I got my revenge by cutting up all of the other strawberries in the container, because undoubtedly they were friends with the evil exploding strawberry. One always becomes friends with those in a close vicinity.
Usually.
Or sometimes.
But it must have had at least one friend, so I got that one.
I think I'm becoming a strawberry sociopath. A serial killer.
Oh well. They're yummy.