The girls hear the sweet sound of apples. Wait...apples don't talk. Okay: from afar, the girls see the sweet redness of apples.
It is your sworn duty to fill my gaping maw!
Do not hate me because I am beautiful! Come closer so that I may annoint you with the sacred saliva.
And while you're here, could you do something about these damned flies?
"So, a priest, a rabbi and a minister are standing around in a barn..."
(Can you believe how big "baby" has gotten? That's her on the left!)
Give me the apple, or the tongue of death will flay you, leaving nothing but a bloody, skinless corpse!
What, leaving so soon?
