Camera opens on the rainy exterior — slow motion raindrops falling, thunder rumbling distantly. The front door is already open, the Banana Father backlit and furious, mid-shout, his pointing finger jabbing at the darkness repeatedly. Cut to the Banana Son standing in the rain — he slowly lowers his head, water dripping from his yellow face. He takes one last look at his father. Then, quietly, h...
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