The eggs are rolling around in the fridge, where they normally live with the tomatoes.
You walk up towards the fridge, craving eggs.
You open the fridge, staring at eggs as they try to hide.
The eggs run to protect themselves, but you grab them before they can.
You take the egg and crack it, enjoying it's screams.
You put the egg into a bowl, mixing around it's organs, it's yellow blood going everywhere.
You pour the mixture into a pan, cooking it.
You mix it around, scrambling the remains of the cooking eggs.
You take out the eggs from the pan, putting it on the plate.
You smile, looking at the remains, prepping a fork.
You stab the remains, putting them in your mouth with a satisfying crunch of the edge.
You smile, knowing this was because of you.
