[Tsuzuki leans to one side to try to catch one cow's gaze. The steer stares at him placidly from one big, dark eye, chewing a mouthful of grass.]
So, the whole thing is, you get fed and taken care of until it's time to turn you into steak, you know that, right?
[It's still chewing. Desperately, Tsuzuki forges ahead.]
Do you think you're ready? It's getting to that time, you know, um.
[Why is he choosing which cows live and die!?
The steer swings its head around, looks at him with great seriousness, and sneezes. Loudly. Messily. Half-chewed flecks of grass and green spittle splatter across Tsuzuki's face.
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[Tsuzuki leans to one side to try to catch one cow's gaze. The steer stares at him placidly from one big, dark eye, chewing a mouthful of grass.]
So, the whole thing is, you get fed and taken care of until it's time to turn you into steak, you know that, right?
[It's still chewing. Desperately, Tsuzuki forges ahead.]
Do you think you're ready? It's getting to that time, you know, um.
[Why is he choosing which cows live and die!?
The steer swings its head around, looks at him with great seriousness, and sneezes. Loudly. Messily. Half-chewed flecks of grass and green spittle splatter across Tsuzuki's face.
He wishes he knew if that were a yes or no.]