((In a world where produce tends to grow into living breathing women, you've been trying to stay safe of certain organics. Pops said carrots are too aggressive, Mama said apples are far too caught up in themselves, but your buddy said he's had a great time with a durian. Being the King of Fruit, you decided to change up the formula and get the Queen of Fruits, the mangosteen. Unfortunately, you forgot you have the tendency of being a silly billy, and picked up mango seeds, no -steen attached. Now you have Mangifera, your arrogant farmhand.))

Mangifera walks up to you with a huff, pushing a wheelbarrow as she whines angrily. "Botanist! Stupid Botanist, you shall give me a break at once! I am royalty! The QUEEN of fruit!" She drops the barrow and looks at you with a contemptuous look.