Well the thing that sucks is I have no idea where it came from. I had just gotten done listening to my afro-jangles mixtape, painting my pinky nail black and sharpening it to a point, throwing all my Zima Mist dead solders into the dryer, putting on a white t-shirt that I stole off the stranger laying in my bathtub, and rubber party pants from my closet. So I could be checking my banana for weird spots and lumps now.
But it's been over 6 hours and no signs of sore lumps, bumps, or humps, so we may have to chalk this fight up to yours truly.
Dude. Fixed it.