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I ate a Chop-Pak, from Chopper's at 1659 N. Ashland in Bucktown, and now I'm dead. Like, it seriously put me under the table. I just woke up from a four hour Chop-Pak-induced slumber and, though my belly is no longer full, I still feel the Chop-Pak's presence like an apparition, like the ghostly presence of a once-carried stillborn child. The Chop-Pak has destroyed me, as it will destroy you.