Violet [concerned]: Everything OK down there?
V's C: Rumble. Rumble. Grumble.
V: Hmm. I sense a disturbance.
V's C: We are displeased.
V's C: We do not like some of the gifts recently offered to us.
V: Us? What are you, a collective? Like the Borg?
V's C: We accept the offering of bread. The oatmeal we also accept. Meats and cheeses we acknowledge as appropriate gifts.
V's C: But what is this thing called "fruit"?
V: Ohh. That. Right. Well, fruit is tasty and full of nutrients and fiber. It's good for us. Err, good for me.
V's C: We do not like this "fruit."
V: You'll get used to it. I promise.
V's C: It disturbs us. It causes distress.
V: Well, that's really my fault. You see, I didn't eat much fruit for a long time, so you got out of the habit of dealing with it, and now I'm trying to make changes--
V's C: Fruit is your fault?
V [alarmed]: Um--
V's C: We do not accept the gift of "fruit."
V: Well, you have to. It's your job.
V's C: Grumble. Rumble. Rumble.
V: Aww, come on. Fruit is Nature's Dessert!
V's C: WE DO NOT ACCEPT THE GIFT OF "FRUIT."
V's C: GRUMBLE. RUMBLE. GRUMBLE!
And so the negotiations unfold. I guess this may complexify my recent interest in vegetarianism...