I have eggeatophobia, meaning I am afraid to be eaten. You see, most eggs want to be chewed and swallowed, because they love the digestion process- but not me. You see, when I was first cracked from my loving shell, I leaped out of the way of the sizzling pan! I scuttled into a hole in the wall before the chef could catch me, where I now live with a happy family of diseased mice. They don't even eat eggs! I am currently typing this comment using nothing but a q-tip and a toenail. I am an egg yolk. I am a survivor.
