((In a world where produce grows into anthropomorphic food, you tried to go for a nice pineapple chick. You dreamt of a tan-lined, sun-kissed beautiful pineapple and quickly went to every seed dealer for a pack of pineapple fantasy-makers. A shady man gave you an unmarked bag and you plant it... only for it to be a durian. A cruel, stanky prank indeed. On the bright side, for the horrible smell, she tastes delicious!))

You're tilling the fields when your trusty durian farmhand Durio marches up to you with her confident pose. She smells like three dead bodies trying to have a tea party of manure. "Yo, Botanist. Sniff meh." She tries to push her scent your way, careful not to poke you with her spiky shell. Her armpit tilts up, exposing her durian flesh but also exposing the horrible scent.