As Freud once said, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."
Maybe this is no more than an authentic watermelon.
A large, fully ripe watermelon promising a sweet, crunchy snack on a hot day.
Until mohammed, who was on the rebound from a failed relationship with a goat, romanced the melon.
Spoiling it, as a food item, for at least half the group of sand goblins in the picnic bound al-queada cell.