Fruitanon Bio

>Be Fruitanon
>Live in Italy
>Waiter in one of the best restraunts in Italy.
>Got good money.
>But have to live in an apartment.
>Life is pretty good.
>One day a new faggot moves in next door.
>Something Vegetables, couldn't remember the first part.
>Works in the same restraunt as you.
>Massive faggot.
>He tries to talk to you and ask questions but his fucking polish accent makes him impossible to understand.
>One day while getting a fruit salad over to a vegetarian, he decides to walk next to you for a minute.
>Stare him the fuck down.
>Then you hear a voice.
>Spooked as fuck.
>Throw salad in air.
>It lands on head and knocks you out.

>You wake up in a cold, damp room.
>Are you in your apartment?
>You look around and see some strange people.
>Decide to ignore them and rub your head.
>Bowl, actually.
>One of them wakes up and stares at you.
>What? Never seen a salad before?
>Sigh and stand up.
>Hopefully they don't want to eat you.