Hi, I'm Banana!
You know what? Why don't you just go ahead and call me 'Banana,' okay? All my friends call me Banana, so enough of this "Mister Banana," stuff. Great! Fantastic, super-duper. I'm so happy to be the only Banana in your life. It really is a great pleasure to be Top Banana around here. No, no - I don't mean to say you should address me as Top Banana. Ha ha! Banana is fine, Banana is fine.
Yes, well, it has its share of tediums, to be sure. Especially when I'm eating a banana, and one of my friends says something like, "Hey, Banana, is that a banana in your pants?" or, "How bout you give me some of that banana, Banana?" Then I have to be like, "Whoa, now, slow down! Hands off the Banana, man!" Or, "Hands off the Banana Man, man!" Seriously, what are they trying to do to their poor friend, Banana?
So what I'm thinking is, when my boy, Banana, is old enough to -- What's that? Oh, yes, you can call him Banana, too. He's the resident Banana Boy. That's right, can you say Banana? Banana?
Banana?
No, please, stay. Really, he's about to do it. He's about to say, 'Banana.' Come on, Banana. That's right, BANANA. BA NA NA.
What, you don't like the Bananas anymore? You got something better to do? Come on, stay here and watch Banana say "banana" or Little Banana's going to freak out.
I'm only kidding!
No I'm not. Sit the fuck down.
Fine, fine, that's all right. You gotta split, ha ha. Heard that one before, haven't we, Banana? Well, anyway, we understand. Tell them 'hi' from Banana, okay! And from little Banana!
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