I pulled out the Banana from my bag. Very yellow, slight green tint at the top stem, and not curved, which was odd. It was nearly perfectly straight. This could have something to do with genetic engineering of bananas? Nonetheless, I opened it up. The peel ripped down like skinning a rabbit. Soon the wet, rainforest scent of the interior entered my nose.
Suddenly I saw the light. The air started to thicken into custard-like consistancy. My fingers swam through custard as if it were a swimming pool. All directions it stretched out on an infinite plane. I knew it was Banana milk, I had seen it before in my dreams. I walked upon a drain plateau and drank some of the milk from my palm. As far as the eye could see, the sky was yellow and an infinite ocean of banana milk surrounded me. Horizon to horizon, small oil-rigs popped up. Near me, were tall water slides, not a single person was around but these slides were fully operational. Milk spouted from the tubes. It looked like so much fun, I knew I would climbing those stairs come any moment.
A large wave of milk rushed through the waterslide foundations. It was like the pier, but there were no fish or mussles, just sweet smelling banana milk. The waterslides rested upon clean steel and plastic.