You get out a huge meat cleaver and attack the cow, who, let's face it, really didn't deserve so much as a slap, you heartless bastard. The cow starts staggering about and coughing. It sinks to the ground and tries to say something to you: "A... a... gingerbread... a gingerbread pie... went... went..." and promptly dies. D'oh! You lose. (It's at this point that you realise you've got nowhere to grill it on anyway.)
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