Clementines are hurtful

My father had the audacity to throw a clementine at me yesterday. What started out as a innocent game of catch with the small citrus fruit turned to a battle for my life as I know it. I passed it to him. He got that look in his eye, the one that warned me to run screaming. I did so but not quick enough. Just before I could run behind the adjacent wall, safe from fruity harm, he chucked it at me. It pelted me on my back. I fell in slow motion, landed with a thud on the ground, injured. Okay, I didn't actually fall, but I did grasp my back. IT HURT! I didn't think it would but that thing stung like the dickens! I lifted up my shirt to check for wounds and there was a perfect, red circle, about the exact size of a clementine.