You are extremely tired after working one day. You just want to go home and cook some steak on the grill on a crisp, cool spring evening.
Shit. You forgot to buy meat. That's okay, you'll just head over to the butcher shop.
You enter the butcher shop. The butcher acts seriously strange, and his apron is stained with a lot of blood. You pass it off as a scare tactic.
"Hey, uh, could ya get me a pound of ground chuck?" you say to the butcher.
"Sure," he says in a low, demonic, raspy voice. You think that the butcher is just sick.
He hands you the meat, and you hand him the money. As you walk out, you exclaim loudly to yourself, "Wow, I'm really glad this isn't human meat!"
You hear the butcher laughing from inside the shop.