You’re not sure how he ate it, but as he did, his screen flickered, and the singular eyeball is formed on his TV screen.

"You’ve made.. a terrible steak!" He said, looking at you, then at the steak.

"You could’ve just.. add some more salt.. and.. pepper." TV looked at you, almost bossily and clearly judging, as you rolled your eyes, amused how this TV sounds like an old man complaining about anything.

"This steak.. tastes like nothing.." He stares at the steak, almost blankly.

"Nothing." You made a weird face, cringing at his concerning edginess.