Jimmy Hopkins ran into the boys' locker room one summer day. He was at it again.
He went to the first locker he found and threw his fingers over it, clumsily searching for the right combination. After only two tries, he flung the locker open.
He stood awestruck as he pulled a banana out of the locker.
Jimmy questioned to himself why the hell someone would put a banana in their gym locker, especially on a humid day like today. The banana that he held in his hand was getting a little too ripe; there were specks of brown around it and it was moderately mushy.
As Jimmy stared down at the putrid fruit, he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey babe. Wanna be my personal cheerleader?"
Jimmy sighed. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Kirby right now. Not after he found that banana.
He closed his eyes, turned around and punched the brown-headed jock square in the face. Jimmy then continued the physical violence with punches and kicks before Kirby could say his signature fight line.
Jimmy noticed that after all that, the banana in his hand was still relatively intact. He also noticed that Kirby was near losing consciousness.
Oh, this would be absolutely perfect.
The banana was then launched at the jock's groin.
Kirby toppled over and moaned in agony as he finally hit the tiled floor. Jimmy had to put a hand over his mouth to stop him from doubling over in laughter.
Upon further inspection, though, Jimmy couldn't help but laughing. He was laughing so hard, in fact, that he began to grip his sides and roll around on the floor.
For that banana had stuck to the front of the Kirby's pants like some sick joke.