[ And that's why he loves her. Who else would quietly support his baseball bat murder spree? ... Aside from the other Morgan, of course. And Sonia. But that's beside the point. He's enjoying himself so much that he begins to sing mid-scuffle: ]

Love is like a whole apple pie,
Except not so flaky or easily spoiled...
So maybe it's more like a big apple tree,
Sturdy and strong and rooted in soil
But trees are too hard for what I feel for you
It's more like fresh applesauce
Come straight from a stew
Mushy and perfect for all times of day
It doesn't have much shape and it runs through your hands
But it fills up your bowl more than plain apples can...

[ ... And he will continue to liken their relationship to applesauce in aberrant rhyme as he smashes monsters kneecaps in. He'll stop eventually. Hopefully. ]