CHAPTER 26
The detention center, where guards kept suspicious characters that prowled the outskirts, was near the entrance to the city.
As he approached, he noticed a brown cluster floating in the sky. As dense as a cloud and loud as a swarm of bees, it darted back and forth across the sky, filling the air with the acrid odor of vinegar and rotting meat.
A Fry Guard standing watch nodded to him.
“It’s weird as hell, sir. Ever since that fruit came, the thing has been hanging around outside. It smells awful, too.”
He entered the detention center, passing by several cells of sleeping vegetables until he came to an interrogation room where a burrito and a chimichanga were yelling at a male banana.
“Tell us why you’re really here,” the burrito said.
“I told you the truth!” the banana sa
