The Counts of Runith Archimedes Habersaxton

Mac and Applejack had been picking apples since five in the morning. "Well, Aye'll be damned! We got everything done and it's just now time for lunch!"

Applejack sat down on an apple barrel, picked out an apple, bit into it, and spat out....oranges? "The fuck?"

It was at this moment she saw someone in a hammock, smoking a cigarette. "Who are you? And why did you change these to oranges?"

"Because the orange is an amazing super-fruit. It can  change flavor and I sure do love me some vitamin C. Oh, wait, you can't have oranges, can you? That allergy, right?" How did this random person know she had an allergy to oranges? "By the way, this is just one beautiful stage." He pointed his finger at Macintosh, who was seizing on the ground, blood foaming at his lips.

Applejack turned away from Macintosh in time,  for her muscles locked in a state of paralysis,and started swelling. He was rolling on the ground when Applejack fell over, laughing his lungs out. "Oh my god! It can't be any funnier than this!" He got up, pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, and plunged it straight into her left eye. Applejack screamed violently.

Runith went into a somber tone. "Hold on, let me explain. there is no greater fear than pain-fear. But, it seems the fun is over."

He snapped his fingers and Applejack felt as if someone was ripping out her stomach and eye--then found herself on her feet. Runith placed a hand on her shoulder. "Listen, I gotta go. I guess I'll see you later, maybe tomorrow. By the way, you made a delicious lunch-- Fuji apples with a hint of Valencia. Sweet."

He walked off onto the road, but when Applejack went to find him, he was no-where in sight.