Cancer: *curiously taps the egg, glancing at it. She then turns it on it’s side, and moves away to get a dish* Put a mallet through the top. I’ll whip it up in a large bowl and we can throw spices in or something… or make a huge omelette….
Zach: *”I am, and I’m going to keep on doing it, too! I’m not eating an egg that came from your butt, mother!”*