Gordon Ramsay laid another plate in front of Pope Francis. "Come on. One more bite of that peach souffle I made there and then you can just sample this tomato based spinach casserole that I made as well."
Pope Francis looked down at his plate with great sorrow. A frown passed his lips as he looked up at his lover. He pursed his lips and sighed. "My dearest Gordon," he started, "You know that I love you... but..."
"But what..?" The chef questioned.
"It is with great sorrow that I inform you that I cannot finish this food..."
Gordon looked at him in horror.
"After all this fucking cooking I did. Why the fuck can you not eat my cooking? I am a damn professional chef. This is some high fucking grade food. An Asian boy's parents would be jealous the grade of this food is so high."
Pope Francis looked down at his plate and sighed. He looked the fuming man in the eyes stated, "I'm sorry love, but I must space for Jesus."