The steaks would just be too high.
Cause when he asked her why she shot it, she replied: "I asked it what it was before I shot. But that cow wasn't gonna fool me!"
It was an udder catastrophe.
Elderly me: I made my kids steak instead of hot dogs. Him: *gasps* You monster.
God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
Because they can't get high.
