It was thus, a few weeks ago, that I attended a BBQ and found myself by the grill talking to a skeptic.
ME: I looked up into the night sky and saw this amazing...
SKEPTIC: No you didn't.
ME: The lights! They were...
SKEPTIC: Nope.
ME: Then out of the woods came this...
SKEPTIC: Rare? You like your steak rare?
ME: I can't describe how weird it...
SKEPTIC: Life's weird. You're weird. Medium-rare?
ME: The growling. It...It...
SKEPTIC: The only thing growling is my stomach. Medium-well then?
ME: I'm telling you there are things...
SKEPTIC: ...that are complete and utter bull...
Just then, a bright spotlight shone on him from above, a Bigfoot howled and a Dogman leapt out and dragged him into the woods.
Stunned (and feeling more than a little vindicated), I simply lifted my steak from the grill and exclaimed, "Well done."