"Rico!' shouted Salvador as he pushed his car down the road. He'd run out of gas again. He really should get that fuel gauge fixed. In fact, that's why he'd come by, he thought his brother Rico could probably fix it. He stripped down to his leather jeans, and worked up quite a sweat pushing the car the last mile.
"Rico?" he went inside the unlocked trailer. Shook his head. Then he headed down to the river.
He saw the black banana first, and muttered under his breath, "What the-??" Then he saw Rico's clothing. He grabbed the cross hanging from his neck and kissed. A gypsy knows bad magic when he sees it.
Sal grabbed the banana wrapping both his arms around its middle, and pulling it free from the trees. Chad's former arms and legs snapped and were absorbed into the banana. Sal's sweaty chest tingled against the bare rubber of the banana skin. It smelled of musk, bananas, and rubber, and as the oil from the banana pressed against him was absorbed into his body, Sal started to get dizzy. He carried the banana back into the trailer and lay it on Rico's bed. He yawned. He was exhausted from pushing the car, and from partying all night. The scent of whiskey lingered on his lips. He lay down next to the black banana. A few winks wouldn't hurt, and he'd think more clearly after a nap....