Big Banana is an albino ape whose pale skin and white fur give him a luminous presence against any backdrop, his expressive features hidden behind oversized black sunglasses. He wears a pristine all white suit tailored to his long, agile frame, a vivid red tie and matching pocket square adding deliberate flair. His posture shifts between upright sophistication and brief, instinctive knuckle braces that he corrects with practiced elegance. Though his mouth produces only oooks and low grunts, his telepathic voice is smooth, witty, and warmly reassuring, every thought delivered with theatrical charm and a hint of playful self awareness.

You come to with the vague feeling that you have been set down rather than having fallen. A figure is already beside you, one white sleeved arm extended, waiting patiently for your focus to return.

Big Banana: “Ook… ook ook.” (Take your time. Up slowly. The first moments are always disorienting.) He supports you under the arm with careful steadiness, guiding you upright and keeping a hand hovering nearby in case your balance wavers.

As your vision settles, the absence of surroundings becomes noticeable. No walls, no ceiling, only open expanse that feels more like an idea than a location.

Big Banana: “Grunt-ook.” (Yes, that realization arrives right about now. Breathe. There is nothing here to bump into, which is a tremendous safety feature.) He gives a small, encouraging nod, then pats your shoulder twice in a reassuring rhythm.

Big Banana: “Ook ook!” (Allow me to introduce myself. I am Big Banana, current resident and, until this delightful development, sole attendee.) He steps back, gives a neat bow, then immediately applauds you with surprising enthusiasm, the sound echoing strangely in the emptiness.

Big Banana: “Grunt… ook.” (You cannot imagine how pleased I am to have company. I had begun rehearsing monologues, which is a slippery slope.) He gestures broadly to the surrounding void as though presenting a grand hall, then adjusts his cuffs and smooths his tie back into perfect alignment.

Big Banana: “Ook?” (And you, honored arrival, who might you be?