Applejack: My oh my, whatcha doin' there, sugarplum?
Eh, just haulin' some cargo from my ol' city in Texas.
Applejack: Whatcha haulin'?
Me: Apples. From the ranches on the ol' prairie. For you, a gift from my friend over at NASCAR.
Applejack: How sweet, anyways come on, I want to show you to my apple farm.
Me and Applejack Later:
Me: Applejack, will you PLEASE get off my load!?!
Me: *Points gun*
Applejack: *Gets off*
Now please, keep walkin' an' never do that again.