This is in response to Ben Ramprasad's letter to the editor ("Cows not in mutual bond with keepers," April 13).

I would just like to say that if I knew my friends were going to taste as good as a piece of medium-rare cow, then without hesitation I would eat the hell out of them.

To be quite honest, the only reason my friends haven't been eaten yet is because they could potentially call the police.

Fortunately for me, cows lack this potential, which is why I just ate a T-bone for breakfast.