Let guilt win.

As you hold your mother's slowly flailing body, slick banana essence dripping from her yellow sex, you realize that you are in Big Trouble.

Using your magic calculator, you have merged your mother with a fruit (!) without her consent (!!) and then touched her in some very private places (!!!).

You are screwed. But then again, it can only get worse the longer she stays this way.

Saying a prayer for your own safety, you press the Cancel button on the calculator.

The banana remains in your hand, but your mother suddenly reappears on top of the laundry pile with a scream.

She is naked and shiny with sweat, with her legs spread so that you are staring directly at her....

Oh my.

You drop the banana.