I'm what? I'm steak you mean? Like some leftovers? And I'm supposed to go through my life. No friendship. No love till I'm pissing in my bed. Caught in a blood on the sheets then I'll know right. Put it in front of me, take it away! Why would you do that? Just to screw with me, what kind of sick fuck thinks that way? I'm supposed to trust you. Based on the treatment so far what do you want to? I'm here. I'm listening. I'm ready for any kind of explanation!