It's still bleeding, you savage, lol.
I want my steaks so rare that a good vet could bring them back to life.
And, on that note: Many years ago I had the good fortune to hunt in Africa, and one day we were successful in downing an Eland; the world's largest antelope, sometimes over a ton in weight, and the finest meat on the planet. As the skinners were getting to work on the gigantic critter, they carefully removed the stomach...roughly the size of a 55-gallon drum...and slit it open to dump out the gooey green contents. They removed the lining, gave it a quick rinse in some susicious-looking water, cut it into thumb-sized portions and then all began eating the still-warm stuff! The head skinner smilingly offered me a piece; I was a bit uneasy, and looked to the English-speaking PH (professional hunter; what we would call a "guide" in North America) for some guidance. He simply said "They consider this the finest part of the animal, a delicacy. For them to offer it to you is a rare compliment".
So...I took the proffered piece of grayish schmutz, and popped it into my mouth. It was...the most indescribably vile thing I have ever tasted. Whatever you can imagine...this was far worse. It was too big to simply swallow quickly, yet too rubbery to quickly chew into manageable gulps. So...I chewed, and chewed, and chewed...and chewed...trying not to let my face show my true feelings. The skinners watched closely, expectantly, and when I finally managed to gag the thing down I smiled and thanked them; they were ecstatic.
I looked at Stephen, the PH, and said "May I offer you the high compliment of a piece of stomach lining?"
He smirked, shook his head, and said "I don't eat that s***!"
Fortunately for both of us, my gun was not loaded at that moment...
