An egg-ceptional destiny

"Baby?" Remy called. "Baby, I didn't find anything."

He walked back toward the tent with his crowbar swinging by his side. Rommie still hadn't asked why it was called Gordon.

Rommie didn't answer.

Okay, she was probably in the tent.

Except, over by that tree...

"Rommie?"

She leaned off the tree, on the far side of the tent, and smiled at him. "Hi!"

Remi stopped dead. There was something in her voice...

He closed his eyes for a second. "Romilda, are you using?"

"No!"

"We talked about this-"

"No, it's so much better!"

Huh?

Remy came around the tent.

And stopped dead again.

And tried to keep his voice level.

"What's that?"

"Hmm?" She looked down, like she had completely forgot, and back up. "That's my egg!"

"Your egg. Okay." He passed a hand over his face. "Your egg. Where did it come from? Are you layin' eggs now?"

"Not yet!"

"Are you sure you aren't high?"

"...Pretty sure?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Space."

"Where did it come from before you got it?"

"Oh. It was by my foot."

"And why are you putting it...in you?"

Rommie pushed the egg in a little deeper. It made this funny squishing noise, and Remy's stomach felt strange, just for a second.

"Because it asked me to."

"It asked you." Remy's fist clenched and unclenched. "Out loud?"

She looked confused. "I... It had those pretty patterns."

He took a few steps closer. "Can you bring it out so I can see?"

"Nooo. I have to put it in. I have to put it all the way in."

A few more steps. "Can you stop? Just for a moment? Please?"

Her eyes went wide. "You want it! You want to steal it from me!"

"I don't-"

"You can't have it! Not 'til I'm done!"

She drew her hand back. One last smack-

Remy lunged for his girlfriend's vagina.

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