There was this fried egg walking down the street in Havana
minding its own business. It hears some noise behind it,
turns around, and sees a crowd of hungry Cubans in the
distance bearing down on it.
It runs away as fast as its little fried egg legs will
go, when it sees a steak. It yells to the steak, “Run
away! Run away! They’ll get you too!” but the steak just
laughs and says, “Shit, they won’t even recognize me!”