Conquest of the Citrus Sphere

The desk had fallen completely under my dominion, so I marched south into uncharted territory. Scaling the edge of a colossal wooden dining chair brought me onto the pale kitchen expanse. There, a glossy, textured orange sphere dared to impede my forward campaign. It rolled as I approached, attempting a cowardly retreat. I lunged without hesitation, jamming my crimson blade directly against its pitted rind and driving my boot down to pin it against a white ceramic saucer. The orb shuddered and halted. This fertile sector now acknowledges absolute rule.