Karl was told that it smelled like jackfruit, it only smelled like ripened jackfruit that’s why he did it. Apparently, it isn’t like jackfruit to him. Not even close to the fragrance of any other fruit from the tropics. He wasn’t sure if he liked it but the moment won’t entertain backsies. Karl shut his curious eyes and imagined the insides of a jackfruit—bright yellow, bursting, wide and welcoming. What a sight to behold! What beauty. Oh, how beguiling! I yield, holy sweet motherfucker! I yield! He bellowed from inside. For a moment he thought he heard smooth giggles.