>>18089778As it stands, everything has been devoured but the steaks themselves, you haven't even taken a bite out of them yet, savoring the moment for last dibs.
Your mouth is freezing cold, remnants of the milksoda still remain on your cheeks and lips, and you still have twenty-five steaks left to go before they can even consider calling you a champ in this restaurant.
"I..can't give up! I have to persevere!"
With the meat beaten to submission and now weakened by your fists of fury, you can now take it on without having to worry about it pulling any fast ones on you. Valiantly, you stab your fork and knife into the treacherous tower of protein.
THIS.
IS.
SERIOUS SHIT.
And not just anyone's old shit. Your shit.
Your fork lets out a geyser of juicy greatness as it stabs into the meat, it's nothing short of a sight straight from the heavens sent to you. Yes, this is truly indeed, a fork stabbing that pierces the heavens!
As everyone in attendance watches with deathly baited breath, you make a clean motion on the first steak, cutting out the very first piece of this road. This road to the crossroads, the crossroads that are situated at the broadened horizon lingering over the boundaries between boyhood and manhood, smack dab in the middle of puberty junction.
In commemoration for this winning achievement in your life, you take the first bite of the steak.
And then you faint. 