It is empty apart from a half-eaten tin of tuna and a "Granny Smith's" apple.
Jonathan hasn't been around, has he?
Suddenly the fridge door opens. A giant hairy hand places a tub of lard in the fridge and closes the door.
Hello, Jonathan. Apple said you were dead.
I think you should apologise.
It's alright. Guess what?
APPLE and TUNA