Quillan had turned around by now, thoroughly bored with the giant egg. Only seconds after, he heard a thud and his attention was once again captured. "Ew! I think it's constipated!" Quillan recoiled, backing up to where Dorian was standing. The egg tottered a bit before finally running head first--where was its head?-- into a tree. Immediately after, a giant crack fractered the creature in two and eggs spurted out of it like blood.
"Bloody hell!" Quillan exclaimed, lurching forward for a second, anticipating something else, before running into the pile of eggs and shoving as many as he could into his pockets.
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