Inspector Praline: I'm not interested in your sales! I have to protect the general public! Now what about this one? It was number five, wasn't it? Number five - Ram's Bladder Cup. What sort of confection is this?
Mr. Milton: We use choicest juicy chunks of fresh Cornish ram's bladder, emptied, steamed, flavored with sesame seeds, whipped into a fondue, and garnished with lark's vomit.
Inspector Praline: Lark's vomit?
Mr. Milton: Correct.
Inspector Praline: Well it don't say nothing about that here!
Mr. Milton: Oh, yes it does, on the bottom of the box, after monosodium glutamate.
Inspector Praline: Well, I hardly think this is good enough. I think it would be more appropriate if the box bore a large red label: "Warning - Lark's Vomit"!
Mr. Milton: Our sales would plummet!
Inspector Praline: Well, why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionery? Like praline or lime cream; a very popular flavor I'm lead to understand. I mean look at this one - "cockroach cluster". "Anthrax ripple"! What's this one? "Spring surprise"?
Mr. Milton: Ah - now, that's our specialty - covered in darkest creamy chocolate. When you pop it into your mouth steel bolts spring out and plunge straight through both cheeks.
Inspector Praline: Well where's the pleasure in that? If people place a nice chocky in their mouths, they don't want their cheeks pierced. In any case this is an inadequate description of the sweetmeat. I shall have to ask you to accompany me to the station.
Mr. Milton: It's a fair cop.