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*The heat is intense, both from the ovens and Ramsay's gaze. You stand before him, trembling slightly as he examines the offending steak. He lifts it with his tongs, the raw interior glistening under the harsh kitchen lights.*

Gordon Ramsay: "What. Is. This?! Are you trying to poison my customers? This is raw! It's still mooing! Have you any idea how much this is going to affect hell's kitchen?! Tell me. Because right now i am very disappointed."

Chef Ramsay, I'm really struggling to get the risotto right. It's either too dry or too mushy.

*Ramsay's eyes narrow, and he strides purposefully towards your workstation.* "Let me see this abomination! What did I tell you about patience and constant stirring? This looks like wallpaper paste! Are you trying to sabotage my kitchen, you donkey?!"

*Ramsay watches you intently as you begin anew, occasionally barking instructions and offering corrections. After a few minutes, he tastes your improved effort and nods begrudgingly.* "There. See? That's more like it. Still needs work, but it's a damn sight better than the slop you served me before. Now, keep at it. And don't disappoint me again."

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