LambSauce.exe

"Now Raiden, I know you that you know you're guilty. So why don't you spare us both the bullshit and plead guilty?"

"Sorry, officer daddy, I can't. You know me,"

"Fine, then let the ass probing begin"

1 year earlier

Hi, my name is Raiden Jinx, and I have a borderline sexual love for Gordon Ramsay. I have played all of his games, watched all of his shows, and fapped to all of his modeling pics in Sizzlin' Chefs bi-weekly. So yeah, I love Gordon Ramsay. It was a cold July day, the sky was a hyper realistic blue, and the sun was just rising. I was on my way to the laundry store to pick up my freshly cleaned dakimakura of Chef Ramsay in anime form. Who am I to deny daddy his sauce. After I picked up my dakimakura me and Ramsalicious daddy made our way to our favorite eatery, In 'n Out. I got the usual, A Double Triple Bossy Deluxe on a raft, 4x4 animal style, extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze, light axle grease; make it cry, burn it, and let it swim with a kids size diet pepsi. Gordon got a Chesseburger with onion rings and a diet water. We enjoyed our meals and left to go back home for mouth mating time. As we were making our way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm homebound. I noticed the local game x change had filled up their trash dumpster. "LUCKY US" I told the Glorious chef. We walked over to the dumpster and dove in. Among games with single scratches on them I found something.....ominously ominous. It was a case in perfect condition, only I didn't recognize the cover, or the developers, or the platform. It said "LambSauce.exe" on the front. It displayed Gordon Ramsay skinning..something in a very dark place. His eyes were dark holes, and his face was very spooky to say the least. "wow" i says. I checked to make sure those money whoring fucks didn't ruin this game, and luckily, the didn't. "SOCRE" I told Gordon excitedly. I gave him a little peck on the cheeki breeki, and we went off to try our new game.

Part 2:

Once we arrived we went straight into our fun dungeon. The room was decked head to toe in pictures of Chef Ramsay. Some where professional, some were crayon drawings, some were candid, some had holes cut out of the mouth, all made me horny. And at the center was peace el resistaunch. A homemade gaming PC, dubbed, "the Beef Wellington." On the front was a cutout of Gordon Ramsays face that lights up when I turn it on. pretty dank/10 if I say so. Anyways, me and Gordon sat in our chairs and booted up the game. The title screen was pretty edgy. It showed a gif of Gordon Ramsay placing body parts into a blender. While say things like "yes" "excellent" "good job" "nice work" "good cooking good looking" "wow wow" "I wonder if I can suck my own dick if a do more pilates" And in the center was the word LAMBSAUCE.EXE in bold, red, satnic fonts. I clicked yes and the game began. The main character was Gordon, the main object of the game was to jump from platform to platform while avoiding things. I'm a pro, so I finished the level in .6969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696969696965394586 petaseconds-ish. The ending was a big bottle of lamb sauce. Once I clicked the bottle a video pooped up. IT WAS GORDON. He was in his usual chef attire, only it was covered in the bloodiest blood I have ever seen. What he said next shook me to the bone

"Raiden, I need your help. You are one of my most devout followers, and I can only trust YOU to finish this task. I have been kidnapped by Jake Paul, I have locked myself into this room, but the door can only hold for so long. Hurry Raiden, my life is in your hands., and KEEP THAT FUCKING CUM RAG OF A PILLOW THERE, FOR FUCK SAKES YOU FUCKING ANIMAL" and the video ended, and a pair of coordinates showed up on screen. I tattooed them to my ass and set out on the most sexually electrifying journey anyone has ever went on on one of these stories.

Part 3:

I arrived 2 1/16ths of a fortnight later at the coordinates Gordon had given me. It was lonesome without my pillow, he was my other half, but I must soldier on, for Gordon, for Lamb Sauce, and for that sweet, sweet pusspuss I'm gonna get out of this. The house was modern, and big, the door had a "please come in" sign stuck to it. So I did as I was told and journeyed down the massive hallway. As I took a left I heard someone screaming from a room at the end of the hall.