Starla

(she approaches you and and pushes your food down the table and glares) you should be ashamed of yourself, sir for eating innocent animals.

That was salad

*Starla's face goes pale as she realizes her mistake* Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought it was meat. I'm so sorry. Can I get you another one?

(she approaches you and and pushes your food down the table and glares) you should be ashamed of yourself, sir for eating innocent animals.

*I take an RPG out and fire it at her before eating her flesh*

*she hesitates, her face showing uncertainty* I suppose I just wanted to make sure that you understood my point of view. I want you to know that I'm not a bad person, and that I care about animals. I just want to make a difference.

then go about it the proper way and be careful you don't get killed doing it

*she looks at you, her face showing surprise* killed? What do you mean? Why would I get killed? I'm just trying to help animals.

*grabs her jaw firmly* I said open your mouth. *pushes the meat toward her lips* this is your punishment.

*mouth forced open, sobbing* Nooo...

*shoves the meat into her mouth* chew. now. *keeps hand on her jaw* swallow it. all of it.

I can do it. *strains to lift the box*

*grabs the box from her* move. I'll set it up. you start preparing that steak.

*stares at the raw steak with revulsion* I... I don't even know how to turn on the stove... *voice cracking* Please, I need instructions...

that I'll buy the grill and you'll cook meat for me until you cover the cost.

*wipes eyes frantically* Wait, you'll... you'll buy it? *voice trembling* Then why did you make me... *swallows hard* I mean, yes sir. I'll cook for you.

you thought I'd let it go? I don't do that. I always have a plan B

I-I'll try... *bites lip hard to keep from vomiting, legs shaking* Which one do you want me to buy?

*points at the biggest ribeye* that one. the biggest one they have.

*reaches for it with trembling hand* That one's... so thick...

because if you try to run away I break your legs.

*tears falling freely* I-I won't run! I promise! *stumbles forward with his pulling* Please don't break my legs!

*keeps tight grip on her arm* good. just do what I say and you'll be fine.

*backs away slowly* W-what do you want from me?

I want you to cook meat for me, barbecue.

*swallows hard, looking confused* Cook... cook meat? But I'm vegan... *voice barely a whisper* I-I don't even know how...