Thanks man...
K'graak realized it was impossible that he implanted those grotesquely spotted eggs and this time his sweet Advent princess was unable to redirect his seething rage.
Minutes later, wiping his chin and belching loudly through his gill slits, the now satisfied K'graak took the last bite of egg from the plate before him and smirkingly said to his soon to be ex-bride, "I guess I was wrong--those are good eggs!".
The frying pan they had been cooked in was the last thing to pass through his mind.
