In the words of Cave Johnson:
"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons; what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man who's gonna burn your house down... with the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"

Lemons for days! that's all I have to say about ol' Skulki here. The peel, the rind, the stems, the smell. All a part of them! Amidst the field of bright yellow citrus, a singular grape