It was just another day at the Nabootique, Howard was coming up with evermore boring stock to sell. Howard had always been the one to manage the business, try his best to keep the shop running. Somehow, Vince had always made more sales and there he was, painting a childlike portrait of an evil looking strawberry. Howard was fed up, it's hard to keep patient for long when you're a depressed 40 year old living with a short, paranoid shaman, his gorilla familiar and your total childish opposite. But being who he was, he kept on and carried on his hard work, being a hero in his own eyes. 5 hours into the shop being open and for the fifth time this week not a single customer had entered the store. Beginning to give up hope, and giving into curiosity he wandered over to Vince, to take a peek at what strange artwork he had created this time, soon regretting it. Vince had drawn a scary one this time, it was a strawberry dangling from strings with a crudely drawn face and robotic arms. What appeared to be blood dripping from his mouth and eyes had actually been strawberry juice, and flying next to him were two cherries with jetpacks on.

"Okay Vince what is it this time? Does he save tangerines from the doom inpending Capri- sun factory? Or does he perhaps kill other species of fruit?" Howard asked with a sigh.

"Haha don't be daft! This is the strawberry overlord!" He chuckled through a cheeky grin

"Go on then, tell me the wacky tale about this one"

"Well basically, he has this mission see, to get obese people to eat healthily. Have you ever woken up feeling refreshed and energised but with hideous morning breath?"

"Maybe..."
"Ever wondered where it came from? Morning breath? Well that's him! Problem is he is only a strawberry..." "And?" "Well he's got no arms or legs so he had to get some Cherry minions to supply him with robotic arms and a track to run along phone lines. He gets into peoples' houses when they're sleeping and he uses his large cyborg arms to wench open your mouth. Well I say huge, to us they're about, say the size of a paperclip? And he shoves healthy food down your throat! He is genius!" Vince declared with a triumhant tone. "Okay so what about the bad breath? Where does that come from?" Said Howard trying to find logic in the story. "Are you stupid or what? He's been in every fat person's mouth his hands are gonna be well mank! He's rubbin your tonsils with his grimy digits! Massaging the bacteria into your moist flesh!"

At this point, Howard was already disturbed. Mostly because he had awoken on several occasions to find that he was energised, refreshed and had bad morning breath. "Thanks Vince, I no longer want to eat fruit ever again, you've put me off for life! Thanks a lot!" "What so you're one of his targets? Whuh, I wouldn't wanna be you at this point" Vince declared exiting the room. "W-Why not!? You always do this! Leave me out on a limb! My life's at danger here!" Vince peeked around the corner with an amused look on his face "What!? I said he attacks obese people! I so wish I had a camera right now, £250"