The two men stood opposite eachother in the sand, facing eachother with the weapons of their choice ready to kill.
"Stand down. It'll be easier, and nobody will get hurt." The Sheriff tried to calm the man in front of him, even though the weapon was still pointed straight towards its target.
"Don't take me for someone stupid, Sheriff." The criminal stayed where he was, making it clear he wasn't going down without a fight.
"You'll regret this, but if those are the cards you wish to play, I'll have no choice but to lay down my own." And with that, the Sheriff threw the orange, and it made an arc in the air, but missed the criminal entirely.
"Ha! You are no match for me! Now you'll pay!" And with this, the criminal and Sheriff went into slow motion, and the criminal peeled the banana and guided the insides until they went SPLAT! against the Sheriff's head, and he fell to the floor.
"Stop playing with your food you two!" The boys turned to see their mother, holding the orange, now partially squished.
"Sorry mum." The brothers apologised and decided to eat their food nicely, so they wouldn't get yelled at.
"Hey, what if we play aliens!"
"That would be super cool!"