My main
concern was the
apple. The awkward looking
fruity entity obviously had no
significant function, thus prohibiting me from simply
pushing a button and getting the proper
response. It had long before occured to me the
similarity it bore with a
tennis ball, and I had been afraid that I had misinterpreted it's
basic nature. Such are
the breaks in this world, I gather.
Obviously, it would be a
safer road to bite into it and risk
dental resistence than to
smash it with a
racket and risk
painting the walls with freshly maimed
apple guts.
Looking back, I just wish the
sinister clown had not been watching...