Don't mess with this guys breakfast! All he asked of his sister was to leave him two eggs for his breakfast. That's it, that's all. When she failed to follow this one simple rule, he decided that breakfast was on his sister! This will be a finger licking good time!
In just 8 pages, this will make you gag. I love scrambled eggs. I'll eat them with gags for a bit after this. Excellent job for being truly disgusting with just 8 pages. This was fun!
I am back again, unfortunately, and today we are discussing an 8-page book that altered my brain chemistry in the worst possible way.
The book starts out completely normal, which honestly should have been my first red flag. A man likes scrambled eggs. That's it. That's the plot. He talks about eggs, cooking eggs, eating eggs. Fine. Great. Love that for him.
Then his sister comes to stay with him.
And this absolute menace has the audacity to eat his precious eggs.
Now, when I tell you this man loves eggs, I mean this man would probably marry an omelet if given the opportunity. His entire personality is eggs. His hopes? Eggs. His dreams? Eggs. His will to live? Eggs.
So naturally, after discovering that his sister ate what he THINKS is the last of his eggs, he decides the most logical course of action is to scramble HER eggs and eat those instead.
Sir.
SIR.
Not only does he decide to harvest his sister's eggs, but we then get a detailed explanation of the process. We have to cut her open, locate the eggs, and then USE AN ACTUAL EGG BEATER to achieve the perfect consistency.
I wish I were making this up.
The resulting scrambled eggs are apparently terrible because, shockingly, human ovum are not the same thing as chicken eggs. Who could have possibly predicted this outcome besides literally everyone?
But don't worry. It gets worse.
Because after eating them, he immediately throws up.
And then.
AND THEN.
He decides the problem wasn't the human eggs.
The problem was the seasoning.
So he cooks them AGAIN and adds chives, as if garnish is going to solve the fact that we are currently eating Susan's reproductive system.
At no point did anyone stop and think, "Maybe this is a bad idea."
0 stars.
No eggs were scrambled in the making of this review, but my sanity certainly was.