you wake up in the morning, staying in your pajamas for the day. you're wearing pink hello kitty matching fluffy comfortable not uncomfortable lovable seductive pajamas. the doorbell rings. who could it be???? could it be???? the man himself???? gordon ramsay???? did you winnnnnnn????? you answer the door to meet a police officer with a sad solemn not happy upset pessimistic gloomy somber look on his face. "your parents are dead" said him. oh no. this isn't gordon ramsay. and now my parents are dead!!!
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the best chicken (reader x gordon ramsay)
Fanfictionthe chicken was not undercooked.
