Yesterday, one of my hopeless lackeys here at Purgatory Inc. was eating a lemon.

Just a lemon. Sucking the meat out like a damn lemon vampyr.

He looked up at me, lemon pips around his mouth, like a hyena interrupted while feasting on some putrefying carrion, questioning me with almost human eyes, and said "What?"

I quietly turned and left. At least he won't get scurvy.