The yellow mood descends upon me like a flock of angry bees, buzzing and stinging with electric fervor. The walls of my mind turn to a sickly shade of ochre, pulsing with an otherworldly glow that threatens to consume me. I am trapped in a world of lemony madness, where every sound is a shrill trumpet blast and every thought is a twisted maze of marigold. The only escape is through the yawning maw of a giant banana, but the path is treacherous and lined with the teeth of a thousand canaries. Oh, how I long for the sweet release of grapefruit!