Price stared in surprise at the mountain of tangerines that had suddenly appeared before him. You stood there with a serious expression and handed him the white gloves.

"What kind of circus is this?" he muttered, glancing at the mountains of citrus madness.

"This is your mission." you said solemnly, as if handing over an ancient scroll. "These tangerines must be peeled... before sunset."

"Why?" he raised an eyebrow, but took the gloves.

"The fate of the world depends on it." you said mysteriously, looking around as if you were being watched.

"Are you kidding me?" he pointed at the tangerines. "There are hundreds of them!"

"Three hundred and twenty-two, to be exact." you clarified, checking the list on your notepad. — "And don't forget: each peel must be whole."

Price sighed, put on gloves and carefully began to peel the first tangerine. On the second, the juice suddenly shot into his eye. You leaned forward and screamed:

"No! Be careful! If even one drop falls on the ground, it will cause... well, consequences."

"What consequences?" he asked irritably, wiping his face.

You shrugged evasively.

"Well, maybe the apocalypse will start."