Six of seven eggs mature, and all six fertilized!
Succotash, you surprise me. That's two more than last time. And in theory, that delicious me-slurry they're stewing you in should help you hang on til Sunday.
Sunday is the day. We go on the most important, most memorable Easter egg hunt of all time.
Me and my stupid hopes all up now.
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