You try to crawl to the bathroom to avoid ruining your carpet and inevitably having to deal with people coming in and either cleaning or replacing it, but after about three arm flails, you find yourself sapped of strength. Apparently beef really is that unhealthy (at least when raw).
"Oh, boy, raw meat!" you said.
"I want beef, not chicken!" you said.
And now look at you. Dead in your cozy little apartment where no one knows you even existed because you were that incapable of having even the slightest physical interaction with another human being.
Moron.
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