Title: Breakfast 4 - Over Easy Eggs Author: BreakfastAnon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/MrnHYswg First Edit: Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:29:13 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:51:27 PM CDT >In your hand this day is a spatula. >Not a spoon. >It feels weird. >Weird feeling will not stop you from attempting to actually make food for the first time since you entered Equestria. >The menu: eggs. >Just over easy eggs. >Don't want to strain yourself. >The stove's ablaze, the pan is hot and buttered, an egg is cracked and pouring in... >It's show-time. >The egg spreads perfectly in each direction. >Everything was lined up for you to make the best eggs of all time. >Sizzling egg, so mesmerizing... >"Anon." >WELL, NOT HAVING A HEART ATTACK. >NOPE. >"Are you going to flip that ever?" >It's been in the pan for half-a-minute... "It has to cook first." >"I like my food under-done." >Your argument is gone in a FLASH. >AAAH. >"Anon." "Fine Jeez!" >Your spatula digs under a bit of the egg. >And stops. >... >Uh... >You push a little harder to get under the egg. >The whole egg begins to flip on itself. >GO BACK GO BACK STOP IT. >The egg is no longer in jeopardy, but your spatula is exactly where it was before. >This will be difficult. >"Are you incompetent? Just shove the spatula under the egg. It's not that difficult." >Rage mode activate. >You're tired of her always berating you! You won't let her be so mean to you! You'll tell her what-for! >But first, this stupid egg! >With all of your anger, you shove the spatula farther under the egg until the entire egg is in your control. >... >Anger fading, realization kicking in. >She was right. >You can feel the glare pointed in your direction. >Don't look. >Don't look! >YOU LOOKED. >Your head jerks back toward the egg. >At least it doesn't want to kill you. >Probably. >Thoughts of your moth-mate is a knife aside, this egg is getting flipped. >You swiftly spin your weapon of choice to press the egg back into the pan. >Repeat process, the egg is flipped onto a plate for her to eat. >She simply pokes the yoke and drinks the fluid, leaving the rest for you. >Now you clean her leftovers. >The table has turned. >Hm...