I like my steak like I like my solar systems: predictable, stable, evenly distributed

I like mine so rare that a good vet could bring it back to life.

Unreal. My hope is if I eat that steak we all disappear.

From big bang, to medium rare, to heat death of the universe, how do you take your steak, sir?

Medium rare please

ah, yes my ex wife proffered hers like a quasar too, with keychup

I like mine cooked until I see dark matter.

Give me unreal or give me death!

Fuck your steak: How do you take your chicken?

“I’ll have the chicken, medium-rare.”