No Carl’s in the kitchen! OUT WITH YOU!
Relax Angry Chef! I’m gone! Lickity-fucking-split!
AND YOU! Who are you and why are you in my kitchen?
It’s me! Toast! You hired me, remember?
Toast? That doesn’t sound right to me!
But it’s me! The dumbass! The squealer! The shitfish!
Oh right! The little pisser! What are you waiting for? GET THE BEETS!
You’re in awfully lofty spirits this fine afternoon, Anastasia.
I’m in love, Abacus! A lovely kind of love!
I’ve fallen in love with the greatest fellow ever!
What’s this lucky gentleman’s name?
His name is Chef Gordon Ramsay. He’s handsome and strong and has such pretty blue eyes!
Gordon Ramsay… Ramsay… Of course! The celebrity chef that acts like a toddler.
He is such a dish!
Hey Angry Chef! Look! I can cut beets just like Gordon Ramsay! I love that guy! He’s great!
No, he’s isn’t. I whooped his ass back in the day.
You beat up Gordon Ramsay?
I was in this pub, right, and this guy bumps into me and says, “Move it you fat lump!” Soon as he says lump, I start swinging!
I remember how soft his face was when I was beating it in. Smooth as a bulldog’s back!
Hold on a sec! No way was his face smooth! Gordon Ramsay’s face is all busted up!
How do you think his face got like that?
Ha! Ha! Ha!