“You know what? I think I want to grill up some goatsteak today.
No, not from the puny little shaghorns they keep around here. They don't have nearly enough fat on them.
<The chef pats his voluminous belly.>
You think I got to this size eating no-fat-havin' goats?
Now, the shaghorns up on the Skyrange, to the west... those'll do just fine.”
