Fresh from bowing too deeply and accidentally headbutting a monk, the angry eggs stumbled into a dreamscape where logic was optional and gravity took frequent breaks. Clocks melted, fish flew through checkerboard skies, and a doorway argued with a hatstand about philosophy. Will the eggs master "surrealism"... or just become part of the furniture?
Fresh from bowing too deeply and accidentally headbutting a monk, the angry eggs stumbled into a dreamscape where logic was optional and gravity took frequent breaks. Clocks melted, fish flew through checkerboard skies, and a doorway argued with a hatstand about philosophy. Will the eggs master "surrealism"... or just become part of the furniture?