Dicing with death, peppers grind the edge of the oven door and eggs skim the perimeter of a boiling pan. Oranges show off by unpeeling mid-air and tomatoes fatally splat due to poor execution. Kick flipping over that gimey looking skink, you name it this fruit bowl has the fructose fueled angst of Avril Lavigne. The set, rife with ollie know-how, is bound to make you feel slightly apprehensive the next time you reach for a banana.