hungry for steak?
You pretend to go to sleep, and the cow eventually relaxes and goes to
sleep as well. Now is your chance. You open your eyes slowly, slyly,
an evil grin on your face. You begin to creep away. You creep slowly
and silently through the short grass, pulling a large metal object out
of your back pocket as you go.
You reach a spot about 200 meters away from the cow and finish pulling
the metal object out of your pocket. It's a long metal tube larger
than you are with a scope at the top and something clanging around in
the middle.
You bend down to one knee and heft the large pipe onto your shoulder.
You take aim at the cow. You pull the trigger.
The heat-seeking missile contained in your portable rocket launcher
erupts from the end of the barrel, heading for the cow. The cow is
awakened by the sound of the missile launching, it looks up and sees
imminent death approaching, it tries to waddle out of the way. It was
too late. The missile hit the cow in the flank and exploded on
contact. The cow was blown into multiple fragments of charred flesh,
the pieces littered the ground as if they had been scattered from an
overturned trash can.
You search among the wreckage and find a piece that wasn't too badly
burned. Perfect, here's your steak, cooked by the heat of the
missile's explosion. Now you just need to find some steak sauce and
you'll be set.
Are you hungry for steak? Yes you are. A large juicy slab of steak
with steak sauce dripping from the sides. But where are you going to
get it? Oh wait, that's right, there's a cow standing right next to
you.
