I mean, obviously I would be the eaten and not the eater(s). Magnificent marbled flesh, willing to submit to the voting process, already in to it. Just leave the liver alone. It will end you.
I'd be the cow from the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. "Good people, my flanks have certainly been exercised unlike these pale legs. Which I apologise for. While there won't be a next time for me I ask that appointments do matter."
