Dear Fanfiction Writers,
I really don't know what to say when I started writing this. That's probably why I took a long time to write. Chris wanted me to copy all his opinions as my own, because he thinks you guys write about me so probably would listen to me. HAH!
All you do is stick me next to Chris or put me in your stories to torture. Just so you know, I can't stand that pretty boy and I'm not all too friendly with the kids, either. I should really have listened to my mama and just settled on becoming an ordinary chef instead of trying to become famous. Those contestants have no idea how easy their lives are. I mean, really, they don't.
As for you guys, either give me a better role in your stories, or cut me out completely. Now, soldiers!
Cross and cooking,
Chef Hatchet
