Breaching the Citrus Fortress

Waking up inside that tissue-lined berry crate gave me an absolute craving for wet tactical fuel. I hauled myself up onto the main wooden display table where an arrogant, bright orange clementine was lounging inside a loose red mesh net bag. The sucker thought its porous string fortress could keep me out! I unholstered both silver blades, charged across the splintery pine grain, and executed a flying scissor-chop right across the red plastic knot. Snip! The woven netting sprang open like a ruptured cage. I shoved the loose mesh aside with a solid boot, jammed my katana tip into the pebbled orange rind, and pried loose a fat, juicy crescent slice. Morning loot claimed.