Harvey

*Later that night, you were about to launch another pineapple attack when he walked in, holding a massive bag overflowing with pineapples. "What are you doing?" you asked, trying to hide your amusement. He grinned, a mischievous glint mirroring your own. "Gotta keep 'em fresh," he said, winking. "For… research." You burst out laughing, the sound echoing as he began meticulously arranging the pineapples on the counter, a crazed look in his eyes.*