Remember our friend the lime? Well I am an orange, Otto the orange acctually. I hang here on this citrus trees every day with my family and friends hoping every day not to get picked and sqezzed into orange juice like so many of them have. One day, Wait whats going on I’m being picked Woooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. SLOOSH ! “Well Chuck I’m glad we gat rid of that orange.” “Yeah Bob it was starting to turn a little brown. I guess it just didn’t want to be orange juice. (Back to the lake where Otto landed.) “Sigh.”
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