i find eggs haunting.
their haunting, white aura of murderous yellow fluid. taunting us. waiting for the right moment to strike... before sealing our doom indefinitely. they are the true evil in this world.
nobody will be able to stop them. the army of eggs... they plot our downfall with their mothers and fathers. the chickens we so commonly portray as harmless creatures.
they mock us inside their soft... but protective shells. watching. observing. examining our pathetic lives.
the eggs have grown tired of our merciless cracking and cooking. the day will come... when they... the eggs...
rise up, against us. and nobody will be able to stop them.
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unsafe nourishment. || beware
Humorin which I expose the commonly found tasty snacks and materials in this world.
