"WHERE'S. THE LAMB. SAUUUCE?" Gordon Ramsey yelled with fury.
The lamb sauce had been missing from the dish. The contestants, defeated, stalked off to the corner. Gordon was scattering plates and pans across the cooking space, looking for the sacred sauce.
Gordon could feel his face getting warmer, although it could've been caused by the oven next to his face. He felt tears stinging the back of his eyes. He grabbed plates and threw them on the floor. He didn't care anymore. He had to find the lamb sauce. He hadn't told it how he felt yet. He had to keep all these passionate feeling inside. It made hosting the show harder and it made him lose it more easily. He had known that this dish was supposed to have lamb sauce, and he going to spill his guts to it.
"G-gordan...?" The camera man had shut off the camera and was staring at Gordon with a worried look.
Gordon slammed his hands on the table and looked down.
"Everyone out."
There were no questions. The contestants and crew were quick to clear the room.
When Gordon was alone, he slid to his knees and curled into the fetal position. Gordon placed his forehead onto his knees and sighed.
Where did I go wrong?
A sudden thought waltzed into Gordon's head. What if he looked for the lamb sauce?
Gordon jumped to his feet and looked around. He sprinted out the door and past the crew members. They glared at him.
After a few hundred feet, Gordon slowed to a walk. He took a deep breath and cleared his vision. Where exactly was he going? He looked to his left. A grocery store.
He took a few steps towards the store, but he stopped. The lamb sauce wouldn't be in there. It was premium lamb sauce. A simple grocery store wouldn't carry it. Gordon turned back around.
He was walking into a city. Which one, he didn't know. It had felt like a magnet was pulling him towards the city.
Gordon walked through the streets and turned to an alleyway. With a deep breath. He stepped into it.
There was a man in the alleyway. His back always turned to Gordon. Gordon hestantly stepped towards the man. He tapped a shaking finger to the man's shoulder.
The man's head turned 180 degrees. His body didn't turn, just his head. The man's eyes had a faraway look, and his mouth was pointed in a permanent frown.
"You are seeking the lamb sauce, no?" His voice rumbled.
"Y-yeah! How did you know?"
The man didn't say anything. He didn't even blink. Gordon nudged him. The man flopped over. He was dead, probably due to the fact that his neck was now broken. Gordon took the dead man's wallet and ran out of the alley.
Gordon kept running once he was out of the alley. His legs burned, but he didn't care. His head pounded, and, again, he didn't care. His legs jolted with every step.
Gordon stopped, his legs numb. When he looked up, he saw that he was at a McDonalds. With a heavy heart, Gordon climbed up the wall. Once he was on the roof, Gordon looked over the city. A single tear fell down his cheek. Gordon walked over to the edge of the building.
And he kept walking.
He walked off the buildings.
Gordon went limp as he fell. If he couldn't find the lamb sauce, then his life wasn't worth living anymore.
He hit the ground and the world went black.
Gordon opened his eyes.
I'm still alive?
Gordon looked down. He was in a dumpster. Something had broken his fall. He shifted and grabbed whatever was underneath him. A bottle. Of lamb sauce.
"I-i-i did it..."
Gordon looked up to the sky
"I FOUND THE LAMB SAUCE!"
After a few minutes of triumph, Gordon looked back to the bottle of sauce.
Gordon carefully removed the lid. He put the opening to his lips and tipped the end of the bottle to the sky. The sauce ran into is mouth and down his throat.
Gordon chucked the bottle and spit out the lamb sauce.
"Lol this shet's fukin gross XD"
Gordon jumped out of the dumpster and left.
