A poster in Kennedy Town for a popular local juice company. Seems they get their distinctive smooth mango juice by employing a 10,000 lb. hammer to crush anthropomorphic mangoes into a fine paste prior to juicing. That explains the distinct tang of fear and panic that permeates all their products. I love the swirly ‘I just got hit by a 10,000 lb hammer and its a bit disorientating’ eyes, and the puddle of fear induced urine (juice?).

I just wonder though–does the mango know the hammer’s coming, or do they surprise it and get even more fear pheromones in the bargain?