Oh man, I always used to have a whole buncha' kumquats everywhere in my back yard.
You know what I'd do with them all?
Squish them.
And so I do the same to Purple, and he is dead, but not really, more like, he is a kumquat, still containing life force of soul and happy, but in pancake kumquat form.
Yeah.
Oh, and I have the orb. And I run away. A lot.