You look down and notice that the Orange has been replaced by a ball of raw, festering human feces that is stinking out the room. Your eyes are watering at the sheer putridity of the thing. It's like Brendan Eich has just been to Taco Bell, squat firmly over your face, and let rip.
Suddenly, Mozilla appear on the scene and offers a pair of tweezers so that you can at least pick the nuts and corn out. A Google van appears and offers to paint the ball orange so that you can at least pretend that it's fruit. A few other teams arrive and offer ways to press the ball of shit into other shapes including Node, that guarantee that their 'shit processing machine' can make it into a banana.
After a few days you're left with a ball of orange, glow in the dark, JIT-compiled, shit that allows some level of usability if you're fine with getting the stuff all over your office. You get the feeling that this Orange was a joke that got completely out of hand. > Java
The Orange is sweet and juicy and delicious. After wolfing it down in a few minutes you notice that the skin's color is a little inconsistent. The news tells a story of a man that once tried to make a fruit salad but ended up building an entire fruit salad factory that only output picnic baskets containing apples. > C
The Orange is very pleasant and you rejoice to find out that you can fit 50,000 of them in your kitchen. The people at the supermarket that buy C brand Oranges all smell funny and keep muttering that the windows 'flat kernel' was better even if it did crash every 20 minutes. The packaging for the Orange has instructions written in an ancient dialect of Sanskrit.