It's blue raspberry flavored! No one wants an apple that tastes like apple do they?
Moar movin' pitchers!
How did Quirrel resist gnawing on the lovely fresh apple on the back of his head for so long?
Each one laced with a different mind-altering and dangerous drug!
I prefer my demons sliced and dipped in whipped butter and goat cheese.
"Hello, mother. I come bearing a gift. I'll give you a hint. It's in my diaper and it's not a toaster."
Someone has plans to take over the whole tray one minion at a time.