Moffat is the first to hear my stomach growling, so it makes us stop by the egg section and take as many eggs as can fit inside. I would have thought four flats of eggs was too much, but the oven next to me only high tailed it out of the store as I followed. The employees realized that they were too tired and underpaid to care about some punks stealing all the eggs, so they let us go with little fuss. With my newfound energy, we easily run and hide in some nearby trees.
"Check in the bottom. I've got some foil in there." The oven says, trying to be gentle so as to not break the many eggs it contained.
When I open it up, indeed there is a large, unopened pack of aluminum foil. I'm surprised to find out that Moffat works without power, so I turn it on, crack a whole bunch of eggs into a makeshift aluminum foil pan, and fry them over the high heat of the sentient oven before me.
They don't taste good—flavourless and undercooked from the sheer volume—but they undeniably taste better than my cousin's fingers, so I fry up a flat before I realize I don't want to put the effort in, so I start putting back egg after egg, shell and all. Salmonella be damned.
I didn't realize how hungry I became. Once I saw the empty cartons, knowing each spot held an egg that was now in my stomach, I knew I would become a horrific monster that might even resort to eating people.
No one wants to become so avaricious that they eat humans to fill that void. But the more cousin I ate, the more food I ate.
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The Fingers
Acción16 year old Tangello is just a normal school boy, goofing off with his friends and mocking his cousin when all of a sudden, after eating a mysterious finger, he is tasked with restoring balance to the world. Will he do it? Or will the world forever...
