KATE MOSS TALKS TO A SANDWICH

Kate Moss: Mmm. Hello there.
Sandwich: Um, hello? What's going on here?
Kate Moss: So you're a sandwich.
Sandwich: What? Yes, I'm a sandwich. Haven't you seen a sandwich before?
Kate Moss: It's been a very, very long time.
Sandwich: Hey, aren't you-
Kate Moss: And you look a-mazing.
Sandwich: Pfff... wha? Yeah. I mean, whatever. I spent a little extra time on my mustard this morning. No biggie.
Kate Moss: Ooooh. I can hardly look at you.
Sandwich: Hey, look all you want! This is real bread. No preservatives here. No siree.
Kate Moss: Maybe I could have just a taste.
Sandwich: Yes. I vote yes. Are we voting?
Kate Moss: A little lick wouldn't hurt.
Sandwich: No. No, it would not. It would not hurt anyone. Ever. That's the last thing it would do. Lick me. LICK ME!
Kate Moss: Wait a minute. What am I doing? This is wrong.
Sandwich: WHAT?! No no no. This is not wrong. This is sooo right!
Kate Moss: It starts with a lick, but then what?!
Sandwich: Oh mama. I can't breathe when I think about it.
Kate Moss: Then I have a bite.
Sandwich: Is that wrong?
Kate Moss: Then a few bites...
Sandwich: Again... fine with me.
Kate Moss: Next thing you know, I'm forcing you back up into the toilet of a strip club.
Sandwich: THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M SAY- wait, what's that now?
Kate Moss: Oh, f*** it. Come here.
Sandwich: Nooooooo!