A Kia full of Gingers.
One has hope in her soul, the other has soap in her hole.
ME: Soul crushing and void of meaning W: I meant your meal M: Soul crushing, void of meaning, and needs salt
ME: *leans in close* I'd prefer human
A coin!
Fred Astaire's finger.
They are already aware of their corrosive gingivitis.
A Nokia.
Because gingers don't have Souls.