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There was a cat called Bert. One day when walking down the street, strolling as he was prone to do, he came across a banana. This awareness of the banana was going to be a vastly temporary situation until the banana spoke.

‘Crikey!’ said Bert, ‘This banana can talk!’

The banana reiterated these sentiments, first about himself (his talking was a recent occurrence) and then about Bert; he was, afterall, a talking, non-2D cat.

Unfortunately, the novelty of speaking soon wore off and the realised they didn’t have anything in common. The banana (he had no name) loved Opera, while Bert only really liked reading fairy tales written by Hans Christian Andersen. Furthermore, one was a living, breathing creature, and the other was a piece of fruit.

Therefore, it became very awkward and then, amazingly, ironic because neither one was talking even though them talking was what started this converstaion. Bert never thought a banana and himself would be an example of irony.

(A bit of mindless silliness to get you through your day)