Egg-tastic, egg-salint, and good egg is mostly what people call me. My name is Egg. Actually everybody in my apartment is named Egg. There's a dozen apartments. Egg in apartment one went missing. Then Egg in two and three. Soon I was the only one left. I lived in apartment twelve. When I went to sleep that night , I was awoken by a bright light. Then my roof was token off. All through this I was shaking. I was cut in half and put onto a really hot plate thing. Being cut in half really hurts, well duh. After being cut into pieces, I was moved onto a cooler plate. I died by being eaten alive and stabbed a fork, but I'm going to put it this way. I don't know how you are reading this, but I died that day and is still seeking revenge.
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I don't know how I came up with this, but I did, so deal with it.
Also I would like to appreciate this quote. "Books simply exist, deal with it."Luna_6224
