My fancy new mango arrived in the mail today. I was really pleased with how shiny it was and even more pleased with how well it fit under my armpit.
I knew that I was gonna impress a lot of girls this way.
So I started walking down the street, my mango under my arm, and just then this tall Caribbean sailor came up to me and started screaming in French.
I didn't know what he wanted, so I turned on the subtitles. Apparently he was angry because I'd stolen his mango, and now there weren't any girls interested in him. He said I had to give it back.
I cried for five seconds because I didn't want to but then finally agreed. I removed it from my armpit and handed it to him.
He smiled and went on his way as girls began following that Caribbean down the street.