Reese is making sandwiches for himself and his little sister. He asks her what she would like with her sandwiches.
"I don't know."
"Let's have a look... we could do cheese, eggmayonaise or ham."
"I don't like ham, I want the pink sausage." Reese is confused.
"What do you mean?" She walks toward the fridge and takes the ham out.
"This is what I want. Pink sausage."