And I got five eggs. Fourteen last time, although most were not mature enough to fertilize. Please, please, please let us at least have one good one in the mix. Seeing as there are five eggs, I will reference my adolesence and hope that the "5 bad brothers from the Beantown land" will help me out:
Joey, Donnie, Danny, Jordan and Jon - you owe me for all of the money I spent on the buttons and the pins and the wild fanfare back in the day!