So.. you had a shit-ton of bananas that you didn’t know what to do with. The main reason is because of your Tropius. At first, you liked the bananas, and ate them to keep Tropius entertained and happy. Recently.. it’s just been a lot.

You lived in a large enough house to keep her inside and monitor her at times. Luckily, your garage was large enough for her to go outside.

Back to the present moment, Tropius laid in your living room, with her body on the floor, and her neck and head resting on your couch. As usual, she had bananas on her neck.