Part of the original family of apocalypse ideas. I really used to hate eggs, I hated the smell, the look, the texture, the taste. It's probably one of the weirdest foods we eat. Technically, it's meat. But, it's meat before it's meat.

Now, I love eggs, with lots of pepper. On wheat toast with bacon. Someone told me some urban-legend sounding thing where supposedly your body chemistry changes every 7 years. This might explain my new found love of eggs.

Or, that they're tastey.

I wouldn't love them if they had a chicken fetus in them though. I don't know if dead chicken in the eggs is actually an omen. I figure it is. The whole them with this line of story is that they omens/ signs get mixed up or are confusing. I'm starting to think they should all be about food. I think it's pretty disturbing when you're food has a hidden agenda.