Apple

Applejack: My oh my, whatcha doin' there, sugarplum?

Me:

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:

Me and Applejack Later:

Me: Applejack, will you PLEASE get off my load!?!

Applejack: No.

Me: *Points gun*

Applejack: *Gets off*

Me:

Now please, keep walkin' an' never do that again.

Applejack: *Whimpers*