Is it alright to munch on a steak that 'wants' to be eaten? Or is it your job as a morally superior creature to look out for his happiness regardless of his culinary dreams? What if it had a happy little face and could tell you himself how much he desired to end up in your stomach?
And what if he was made out of felt and stuffing? No matter how badly this adorable little guy prefers to become part of your calorie-count, there's just no way you're going to be persuaded to give in.
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