[ WP ] Due to a typo caused by an overworked intern , your grocery store 's flyer advertises `` flesh apples '' as instead of `` fresh apples '' .The local undead population is now rather interested in your wares .

`` Knock knock...'' A voice deep and raw with the pain of a teenage emo sounded through the glass doors. I frowned. 
 
 `` Sir, those are automatic doors, and saying the words knock knock instead of knocking is ineffective.'' The pale face contorted in what I sincerely hoped was meant to be a grin. His bones cracked and dead skin fell off in huge layers as he staggered in, dragging his right leg. Grimacing, I grabbed the intercom speaker. `` Clean-up in aisle-I mean- entrance.'' 
 
 `` He-llo, I came here for...'' He uttered a grating wail before continuing, `` Flesh apples...'' I sighed. `` Sir, we have no flesh apples. Only fresh apples.'' 
 
 He paused and squinted at me. One of his eyeballs slid out and rolled away. 
 This did nothing to stop his suspicious glare. 
 
 I sighed even deeper. `` Fresh apples were mistyped to be flesh apples. Our fresh apples are fresh and make up for any undead suffering withdrawal from flesh.'' I held up an apple as if to prove it was not a product of flesh. 
 
 Immediately his arm fell off in excitement and he grabbed the apple out of my hand. `` Th-is is good... You kno-w what t-hey say... An appl-e a day ke-eps the munc-hies away...'' 
 
 He cackled weakly and hobbled away, still clutching the apple and dropping chunks of scalp as he went. 
 
 `` Just another day in retail, eh ssssson?'' Another voice rang out by the automatic doors. This one was sly and coy. A vampire with a white face grinned, sticking out two sharp-and also white- fangs. I stared at him and his fangs. 
 
 We stood in silence. He shuffled uncomfortably. `` You need to inviteeee me in ssson.'' 
 
 Jesus christ on a breadstick, this was definitely not worth the pay.
