The Egg is Mean

Mystery took a deep breath. "Okay. Now you could take off your armor and listen to what it says, but that is very risky, do you want to-?"

"Boop!" Dogge dropped the extra protection and laid his entire palm on the red shell of the egg. His face froze upon contact and slowly dropped into a frown. "Eeeergh-" He teared up, making crying noises. Mystery took a step back, feeling unprepared for this situation. Dogge kept making crying noises and inched towards some lava prompting Mystery to leap forward and and drag him back.

"No no no no nO-not the lava, not the lava-" She lifted him up, freaking out as his head flopped backwards. "Get back in the suit, get the suit on, man, get the suit on, get the suit-"

"Don't wannaaaaaa." Dogge flopped to the ground and Mystery raised her hands in helpless panic. Mystery scooted closer to his collapsed form trying to understand anything.

"Do you like it or hate it?"

"The egg is so meeeeeeeeeeean," Dogge wailed.

Mystery nervously laughed, standing back up. "Egg! Egg, what did I say about slurs, egg?" She patted Dogge's hair. "Uh...please stop?" Dogge let out another wail.

They were going to be here for a while. 

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