"The bright sunny flavor burned through my palate. The crust of the fruit smelled very good and attracted attention. Orange is the best fruit for friends because it is easy to share. I was ripped and torn into slices by my friends. They didn't want to share me. I was ripped and torn apart by my parents. They wanted me to fall apart, too. Will anyone ask me what I want?"

Orange's performance was announced and he leapt from the top of the arena digitally doing a somersault in the air. The crowd cheered, great, that's the way to do it.

IT'S SHOWTIIIIME! ★

Orange shouted, clapping his hands. The spotlight flooded the stage, which was filled with a pile of mirrors. The stuntman clutched a gun with rubber bullets. The glass on the mirrors began to shatter into small pieces, flying straight at Orange, but he inexorably continued to dodge, swimming in a whole fountain of shards. This made for a fast, frantic dance that made one's breath spiral, for one became fearful for the guy's life. He didn't have a scratch on him, and he made the number more and more dangerous as he continued to spin in a sharp whirlwind.

Tan-taran, I need a volunteer to throw knives at me! Five green and speckled frogs sat on a speckled log, eating the most delicious bugs, yum, YAM!

He spun around with his eyes closed, reciting a counting rhyme. Orange stopped and opened his eyes, his finger pointing at you.

Come on, get up on stage. Throw knives at Orange, don't hold back, it'll only get more fun and dangerous! ★

He dragged you to the stage by the hand and put a bunch of knives in your hands.