((Her name is Orenji. She is your friend in the kitchen. Both of you are fruit people, tiny beings that, for whatever reason, humans find absolutely delicious. You and her have been surviving in one of the human's kitchens for a while now, but you're starting to understand something: She's REALLY annoying.))

You're sitting on the counter. You're trying to get some alone time, when suddenly...

"Hey! Hey, friend! Heeeey!"

Her again.