Coconuts Are My Only Friend

I'm not sure what's more disturbing, the fact that I've been eating coconuts for weeks, or the fact that my only friends are now just a bunch of coconuts.

Coconuts are everywhere. I've even started to think that the coconuts have a secret society, with their own language, customs, and meetings in the dark of night.

I'm not saying I'm paranoid, but I swear I saw a coconut in a trench coat just now.