"I'm healthy as a horse! A cow, even!"
"A cow?"
"Yes. A cow. One who has been stuffed full of the most delicious nutritious, muscle-building ingredients. One ready for consumption in the finest of dining establishments."
"So, you're saying you're ready to be slaughtered and eaten, then?"
"What I'm saying is that you have nothing to worry about."
"Well, that's good, then. Was I worried?"
"I thought you were. You should be."
"Now you're just messing with me."
"Aren't I important to you?"
"Of course!"
"Then why aren't you worried?"
"Because you told me not to be! And what would I be worried about?"
"Anything. I could be run over by a bus. Stung by a scorpion. Murdered by a late-night prowler. I could be struck down by an aneurysm. I could have a heart attack."
"Probably from eating all that cow."
"You ought to watch yourself, you know."
"I'm doing just fine, thanks."
"Everyone could use a little maintenance."
"And what, pray tell, do you prescribe for me?"
"You are getting a little heavy. And your diet. I'd be concerned about that."
"I had a salad."
"Yesterday. What nutritional delights did you foist upon yourself today?"
"That'd be a Bacon Double Cheeseburger, Bob."
"That would be lunch...and for dinner?"
"That'd be a Quarter Pounder with Cheese."
"And?"
"And...and I go sit in box and I feel shame."
Silence...
"And then what?"
"And then I get back to work, that's what. How do you feel about that?"
"I feel healthy as a horse!"
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