No, no, you don't understand.
This goat really, really wants you to do this.
He is a meat goat. A meat goat. A goat made of meat, a goat made to be meat. And he's okay with that.
No, more than okay.
He is ecstatic about that.
His eyes are practically glowing in unendurable anticipation.
He has already looped the cord around his neck. He wants you to lead him to the Special Place.
Will you do it? Will you do this for him? For all of his kindred meat?