The framing looks like the Pringles have found religion and the order of the pineapple is praying to the allmovther, the womb that carries them in darkness and safety, asking to be worthy to return, lest they be consumed by the hungry hands of fate.
But the pineapple is a false prophet. By accepting the pineapple into their lives and carrying the unholy host, they have doomed themselves. Their bodies will become weak, softened by the very sweetness that tempted them.
The Pringles in the order of the pineapple are cursed with sogginess… They can never return to the safety of the all-can. They must seek the hand and be consumed, or languish in bins of obscurity. They are betrayed for a moment of delicious transcendence.