Tag: Shef
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Shef’s Shenanigans at an arcade
Shef cackled menacingly as he approached the entrance to “XTREME SPORTS AND ARCADE”. He was laying low from the law for now until the FBI moved him down their Most Wanted watchlist. Waddling into the huge building, the squat man noticed that there was a couple dozen people forming a line that led down to…
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Shef’s Pizzeria
Shef grinned happily as he painted the finishing touches on the sign for his restaurant. After many weeks of selling his prized possessions, the gourmet chef had saved up enough money to pay for an empty Chick-Fil-A in the middle of the New York City. Shef pulled out a glass canister of mysterious…
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Gourmet Shef Goes To McDonalds
“Eheh!” Shef cackled like a goose as he waddled his short, squat, squash-like body up the main street. Shef waggled his eyebrows at a gaggle of young women crossing the street. “Hey bebe! Want to come back to my restaurant? I have a blackbird pie you would DIE for! Literally!” Shef was not kidding…
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Gourmet Shef make Pizza
Shef grinned malevolently as he shoveled dirt into his metal pail. It was midnight, the perfect time to retrieve dirt from the graveyard. The moon shone high in the sky like it did most nights in the cemetery. Shef had laid out his equipment on the grass; a small flat rock that was supposed…
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Goumet Shef makes Spaghetti
Shef cackled with delight and he pushed the heavy metal spade into the ground. He was in the graveyard in the middle of the night. A full moon blazed down, illuminating the headstone where Shef was stationed. He wheezed with exertion as he heaved his flabby stomach into his foot, which pushed the blade…
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Shef makes Stew
Shef cackled in his hut. Ever since he had been discovered “selling unauthorized produce in a public attraction”, he had been living in the Amazon rain jungle. His bean strew was almost done soaking in itself! He raised his long, thin fingers, and wafted the smell of his cooking toward his enlarged nostrils. The…
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Gourmet Shef goes to Cooking School
Shef wheezed as his ripped open the letter that had appeared outside his hut. It was six in the morning, and the streets leading up to the Eiffel Tower were completely empty, except for a few stray cats and rats. As his eyes scanned the words, he began to jump up and down,…
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