"Get the fuck out of my office!" screamed

"Get the fuck out of my office!" screamed the executive. Ted stepped in. "Charlie, calm down." "Fuck you Ted, this asshole is pitching me a show about a UFO that's an egg?"

"Cosmic Egg is a cool title." "Yeah, but the pitchman said it's a show about 'The Yolkian aliens, who help death roe inmates look on the sunny side.' I can't cope with the puns."

"Man he was just egging you on." "True that but I think it is really all just a shell game." "I won't give any financial backing until they see the whites of my eyes." He rolled

the edge of the omelet over onto itself and sprinkled some cheese. "Eggcelent Smithers, eggcelent". A chicken walked into the kitchen smoking a cigarette and wearing only jockeys.

Omelet." Clara the cannibalistic chicken clucked to herself as she stirred together the eggs, pepper,chilis and a dash of chopped cilantro. "Smithers, next time I want my eggs

unfertilized," she said with a cluck. Clara was a finicky hen, a trait she poached from music videos on MTV in the 80s. It was the Reagan Era then and that meant eggs were to be

checked for any liberal traits. By candling the egg before hatched, these traits were discovered. Daisy, her friend, laid the most exotic brown eggs around. But, they were suspect

of fowl play...the use of illegal chicken steroids to be exact...because when they peered into Daisy's brown eggs, it was apparent that her chicks were left-wing extremists.

This was all the father's fault, she thought. She decided to exact revenge by electing one of his candidates, then having her senators & congressmen tie his wings behind his back.