You take a step inside Lemon space as you fit snug as a bug with shapes that compliment your unique facial structure. You now reside in Fort Lemon. A safe haven for you and your thoughts and where you become slowly slathered in gleaming juices. It's a good thing you have no open wounds or this would sting like a bitch.

Note to self, consider making this the central idea for a brig when you expand your fortress. You would threaten prisoners or mutinous crew members by delivering them tiny paper cuts on their finger and toe webbing and forcing them to be covered head to toe in acidic citrus juice

Oh you can be a malicious dictator when it need be but for now Let's just get comfy and spend a night in this glorious hotel for the privileged.