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Chapter 6 - Chapter 7: The Fruits of War Assemble

The Corefather's warning echoed in my rind.

> "Gather allies, or be peeled alone."

And so, with the mighty Sir Stoolius the Gloriously Sanitized by my side, I began my quest to build…

THE PEEL ALLIANCE.

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First Stop: The Cutting Board Highlands

A shadow loomed in the distance.

Tall. Spiky. Radiating pure unprovoked violence.

Pineapple the Berserker.

Dragging behind him was a broken butter knife — wielded like a legendary greatsword.

He sniffed the air.

> "I SMELL A CHALLENGE."

Sir Stoolius trembled.

I floated forward with diplomacy.

> "Mighty Pineapple, we seek your aid in—"

SLAM!!

He headbutted the counter so hard the salt shaker jumped in fear.

> "SPEAK NOT OF PEACE. SPEAK ONLY OF GLORIOUS ANNIHILATION."

I paused.

Then smiled.

> "There will be bananas."

Pineapple's eyes widened.

> "…I ride at dawn."

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Next Stop: The Meditation Corner (a.k.a. The Fruit Bowl)

Sitting cross-legged between a spoon and a napkin…

Avocado the Monk.

Eyes closed. Perfectly centered. Radiating calm wisdom.

Sir Stoolius approached humbly.

> "O holy Avocado, we come seeking—"

> "You are unripe."

Stoolius flinched.

> "I—what?"

Avocado slowly opened his eyes.

> "Your spirit is firm… but your purpose? Mushy."

I floated forward, determined.

> "Bananarch threatens the realm. Will you stand beside us?"

Avocado stared at me.

A long silence.

Then he nodded.

> "Very well. I shall spread peace…

And if necessary, spread them across the floor."

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Recruitment Stop 3: The Drawer of Shadows

A tiny green blur leapt from the darkness.

Commander Kiwi, wearing a bottle cap like a tiny helmet.

He stabbed the floor with a toothpick like a knight planting a flag.

> "WHO DARES TRESPASS?!"

> "Juicebringer. Recruiting for war."

Kiwi squinted.

> "I'm three centimeters tall and full of rage. I accept."

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Final Stop: The Spice Cabinet

The door creaked open with mystical flair.

Glowing red dust spiraled into the air.

A jar hovered, whispering…

> "Ssssssooo… the prophecy comessss to passsss…"

Paprika the Sorcerer Spice floated out, cape made of tissue paper.

> "The Cumin tried to stop me. He hasss been silenced."

I did not ask how.

> "Will you join us?"

Paprika spun dramatically.

> "The Bananas mussst burn."

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We gathered in a circle. Pineapple cracking his knuckles. Avocado meditating. Kiwi vibrating with fury. Paprika levitating for dramatic effect. Stoolius dripping bubbles. Me glowing faintly.

I raised my voice.

> "TOGETHER — WE SHALL END THE REIGN OF BROWN-SPOTTED TYRANNY!"

Everyone cheered.

Except Avocado, who whispered:

> "We should also stop global warming."

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The Peel Alliance was born.

And deep below, in the sewage realm…

Bananarch felt it.

He snarled.

> "So… the Fruit Uprising begins. Good. Let them gather…"

His form twitched. His peel cracked. Something slithered behind him.

> "For I… am no longer merely BANANARCH."

He turned, revealing glowing red eyes.

> "I… AM BANANARCH PRIME."

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