Because of you I just had two slices of bacon and two eggs for breakfast, how does that make you feel? I’ve also got at least 15 chicken wings and drumsticks in my fridge and a couple racks of beef ribs, along with several wedges of hard and soft cow cheeses. How does that make you feel?
And how about if I decide to go out with my cousin this fall to hunt a few animals in the most painful and excruciating way possible, prolonging their death for the thrill of the hunt?