"Again," Bighead yelled, throwing the charred patty back at the squirrel and taking another sip of his copper cupped beverage.  "Medium rare."

	Peanut protested, undoubtedly used to running a muck with no limits.  He failed his arms as Bighead just looked at him and sipped, knowing the feisty sidekick would cave.  Peanut's arms kept waving, but his conviction was not strong enough for his opponent, not today.  The squirrel looked at the slab on counter and placed his little hands on the meat, flames bursting with a passion.

	Bighead took the patty, and crunched it in his massive jaws, before spitting it out and tossing it with the other failures, slowly building towards the ceiling.  "Again."