"And now we have entrant eight, George?"
He approached the table, placing a bowl on the table. The judges looked at the bowl confused.
"Uh, salsa?"
"You could call it that, sure."
"Well, it looks lovely, but this is a fruit salad contest, and-"
"And I've got my fruit salad here."
He placed an ingredient list next to it. One of the judges looked it over.
"Tomatoes, olives, cucumber, corn, three types of bell pepper, jalapeño...
Oh, oh, right, technically they're all fruits. Fine."
Luckily, one of the judging criteria was sweetness, so they were able to ensure it lost.
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