Banana, Phone, Hotline

The age at which bananas cease to become phones (or perhaps pistols if you came into this town with more of a cowboy-this-kitchen-ain't-big-enough-for-the-both-of us sort of disposition) is precisely: unknown—they say age is just a number and for all I can say, time may very well be a mythical limitation of the mind, but for some, the day comes when everyone's building blocks seem to dry, and bananas become mere totems of potassium, but rather than bananas or apples being the secret to staving off the white coats, consider, instead, picking up your banana-phone and dialing the toll-free hotline to eternal youth.