LiquiFruit, Caress

A fantasy of smiling, muscle men (many shirtless) on a desert island pluck fruit, and casually carry the product to a "machine" that absurdly pops out in a box. The men casually flirt with each other as they "work."

"Sorry boys, that's how LiquiFruit's made," says a slightly camp man to two others sitting at a table who silently look at each other.