So about 10 or so minutes ago, dinner was ready. I then began my descent downstairs, when suddenly I heard my brother coughing his lungs out. I paused for a bit on the stairs wondering,"what's up with him?" After dismissing the thought, I reached the bottom of the stairs when the most vile of things filled my lungs. Next thing I knew, my nose was on fire and I was coughing my lungs out along with my brother and dog. (My face when I got to the bottom)
We all rushed outside to the backyard to regain our composure and breath. After about five minutes, we came back inside hoping everything would be fine. IT WASN'T FINE.
tl;dr
DON'T EVER USE OBSCENE AMOUNTS OF PEPPER WHEN COOKING STEAK