So this home for the mentally unstable got a new director who was a fervent proponent of music therapy. He bellieved that singing did wonders to calm and center the inmates, so he started an assylum choir and every time inmates came to practice sessions, the director gave them candy bars and Cokes. After about six months of this, the assylum dentist hit the roof and insisted the treats be changed. Reluctantly, the director started offering a sugar-free diet cola and an apple. The inmates didn't seem to mind and came to every practice session, participated with great enthusiasm, and actually became quite good. They began to give public recitals, and their fame spread. Now people come from all over the world to hear the moron Tab and apple choir.