What? Like, like a crabapple? [He's just playing bobbing for apples in the toilet here and trying to hold a conversation. 0/10, would not recommend.] Welcome to, to, to the modern era, I guess. We shot cows up with, uh. With hormones and shit and now apples can clog a toilet.

[Jeremy manages to basically roll the apple up the side of the toilet bowl and pick it out with two hands. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine.]