Okay, now things are starting to get out of hand. How many variations on this theme can there possibly be? I picture some horrible sweatshop in the remotest part of southeast Asia cranking out nothing but vegetable-people salt and pepper shakers for the gullible Yankees.
The one on the left is okay, but I fear that the one on the right is going to come after me in the middle of the night with a sharpened screwdriver.