God: Damn what? And what the Hell are you ranting about?
Adam: Geezuz! It's that stupid bloody rule that you made up about not being able to eat apples off that friggin tree over there.
God: Hey, don't start giving me all your self-righteous shite again. It's supposed to be symbolic you know, like real organic, okay?
Adam: Symbolic, schlumbolic, what a load of crap! If you were really serious about leading me unto temptation you would whack a slippery pole in the ground and make a sassy-looking, big butted chick twirl herself around it.
Eve: Okay guys, stop your bleeding bitching and come inside. I've just baked an apple pie.
God: Oh yeah babe! Now that sounds real tempting.