Sometime ago, I remember telling a group of people that we all have fruits for heads

And like a herd of parrots, they mocked and laughed in defiance like they were at the scene of an enemy about to be beheaded

I had no choice than to grab one by the neck and bash his head into the wall continuously to show the rest that in time indeed, his head will crack open and liquid would streak out just like a fully ripened coconut

After the rest took off like a flock of cattle, I was left to my meal of fleshy brittle.