Jeff's spirit may have left the world, but his presence remained in the form of countless round patties, packed into multiple boxes that were sent to a fast-food restaurant. There, he joined many of his kind, all sharing the same cold fate in a chilly freezer.
One afternoon, the freezer door swung open, revealing a young college-aged bull. His white skin was marked with brown spots, and he was dressed in a red shirt, khakis, and black sneakers. A red and white visor held back his brown hair. Like many college students, he worked part-time to help cover his tuition. Lacking specialized skills, he found himself in the food industry, mostly working in the kitchen as a line cook. Though the role hardly excited him, he at least preferred it over working the register or cleaning tables and bathrooms. During a routine shift, he entered the freezer to grab more patties, having used up the last of his previous supply on earlier orders.
Not wanting to spend any more time in the cold freezer than necessary, the bull quickly grabbed a box of patties and returned to the kitchen. Back at his station, he opened the box to find a stack of round beef patties, each separated by thin sheets of paper. Unbeknownst to him, these patties had once been Jeff, a human who had irrevocably altered the fabric of reality. The bull grabbed the top patties and tossed them onto the hot grill, where the sizzle grew louder with each additional patty.
Soon, the grill was lined with rows of red meat patties, gradually turning brown as the heat intensified. The bull flipped them occasionally, making sure both sides were evenly cooked, and eventually placed slices of cheese on some of them. The yellow squares, made from the milk of a human woman who had once been an esteemed doctor and was now a dairy animal, slowly melted over the meat. When the patties were perfectly browned, they were taken off the grill and placed onto sesame seed buns, ready to be topped with ketchup, mustard, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and onions. The mouthwatering burgers were then ready to be served to the hungry cows and bulls who had ordered them.
Out front, three college friends relaxed at a table, joking around as they waited for their food. Two bulls, one brown and one black, sat beside each other, dressed in blue jeans, similar sneakers, and graphic t-shirts. Their hair, styled up with gel, stood out against their horns. Across from them sat a white cow with black spots, wearing a white tank top, baggy blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her curly white hair cascaded over her ears.
The friends chatted, mostly indulging in lighthearted college humor, until they noticed a server approaching with their orders. The two bulls had each ordered double manburgers, while the cow opted for a single. Wasting no time, they started eating, lifting their manburgers with their hands and bringing them to their mouths. They each took a bite, chewing first with their incisors, then grinding the meat with their molars before swallowing. The remnants of Jeff were left to be digested in their acidic stomachs, providing nourishment to the young bovine friends.
At a nearby table, an older bovine couple had just received their meals. Both had white skin with brown spots and were a bit on the heavier side. The bull wore a gray shirt, black track pants, and white sneakers, with his hair buzzed short. The cow was dressed in a pink shirt, blue jeans, and blue flip-flops, her brown hair hanging straight around her horns. They had both ordered triple manburgers, and, driven by hunger, they wasted no time digging in. They devoured their meals with eagerness, leaving no leftovers as they finished every bite. Inside their bodies, their stomachs busily worked, digesting the remains of what was once Jeff.
After their hearty meals, the married bovine couple leaned back, taking a moment to unwind and let their meals digest. Meanwhile, a few workers walked by, carrying trays to a large group seated in the corner of the restaurant. This group consisted of seven heifers that had just come from soccer practice, still dressed in their white soccer jerseys, green shorts, and green socks, with either soccer cleats or slides on their feet. All had their hair, of various colors, tied back in ponytails. Some of the heifers had fully developed horns, while others were still in the process of growing theirs.
The young, energetic heifers had all ordered single manburgers, though they were more focused on goofing around with their friends than on eating. In the midst of a playful french-fry war, where a few were tossing fries across the booth at each other, most managed to finish their manburgers, with only a few leaving their plates unfinished. Inside their stomachs, the meals were being digested. Although Jeff was no longer alive, he still played a role in the world, providing vital nutrients to the young heifers.