Eat Han Gae

My cousin is Eat Han Gae. He looks like he was dipped in hot sauce.

I saw Eat Han Gae at the mall. He had hair so orange it lit up the store.

Eat Han Gae tried to hide his hair under a beanie. It still glowed like a fire hazard.

Eat Han Gae walked in. The spice cabinet ran away.

I told Eat Han Gae he looked like a cinnamon roll. He said I was being rude.

At the party, Eat Han Gae was the only one who didn’t need a light.

Eat Han Gae’s hair is so orange it could start a war.

I asked Eat Han Gae if he was a ginger. He said, 'I am the ginger.'

Eat Han Gae walked into the room. The lights went out. The ginger bomb was real.