A Matter of Taste

Nic: I got tired of that guy insisting I understand that animals have no souls.

Richard: He wasn't backing down.

Nic: I got to where I stopped discussing it hoping he'd just drop it.

Friend #1: Who cares if animals have no souls, anyway?

Friend #2: Have you guys heard of Kobe beef?

Richard: Yeah, they pamper their cows in hopes of producing superior beef.

Nic: What do they do?

Friend #1: I hear they raise them in tanks of water for like three weeks.

Friend #2: That's awful.

Friend #1: Not really. They're pretty happy. They get to swim around for three weeks and eat all they want.

Friend #2: But just to get slaughtered!

Friend #1: But it's really quick and painless. They don't even know it happened.

Nic: Don't listen to him, He's just trying to make you feel better. It's actually really painful. They know it's coming for weeks beforehand.

Richard: I heard they're not even slaughtered. The cows actually slit their own wrists.

Nic: Really though, they die from such extreme depression that their cute little hearts literally fall apart.

Friend #2: NO!!

Friend #1: Does it make you feel any better to know they're simply being put out of their misery?

Friend #2: I would never eat it.

Nic: You know how when someone else is completely miserable it just makes you feel really, really good inside?

Friend #1: Yeah.

Friend #2: Totally.

Nic: Now imagine how that feeling tastes.

Richard: I heard they have written on the walls: "There is a God, but it doesn't matter for you!"