As you hover around this vegan profile in utter repulse, I head over towards you. You greet me with a dubious smile. Your mind filled with turmoil, puzzled as to why I have over 300 followers despite this account being a complete equivalent of a horrendous shit show, or an unexpeted g-note. Trust me. I too, don't know. You look at me with an apathetic smile as you reach out to shake my hand. I reach out too, but instead of shaking your hand, I put something in your palm. I then smiled. You wake up.

                 In your hand will be a small, white egg.