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"Reeves, bring me the eggs. Have they been painted with the proper sigils?" "Yes, my lord, it took six attempts, but I believe they are ready for the Ritual." Lord Stonewell meticulously examined the egg, nodding with approval. "Let us begin, Reeves. We have little time left." Stonewell had spent a year studying the Ritual and gathering the necessary materials. A non-stick skillet, canola oil, a spotted spatula, paper towels, salt, pepper, unknown spices and of course, the Perfect Eggs, which among other rituals had to lay alone in a cellar for an entire, cloudless day. And since the ritual could only be completed within two hours of a blue moon's dawn, nothing could be left to chance. Salt lined the glass cooker, incense filled the kitchen. All doubt was purged from Stonewell's mind. After an agonizing effort, Stonewell glanced upon his creation and smiled, warping into a near maniacal grin. "Yes, haha, yes. Eggs. Sunny-Side up." |
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