I was only nine years old. I loved eggs so much, I had all the cartons. I’d pray to HowToBasic every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I’ve been given. “Eggs are love”, I would say, “Eggs are life”. My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of eggs. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I’m crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it’s really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It’s HowToBasic. I’m so happy. He whispers in my ear, “These are my eggs”. He grabs me with his powerful, egg-drenched hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for HowToBasic. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for HowToBasic. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please HowToBasic. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his eggs. My dad walks in. HowToBasic looks him straight in the eye, and says, “It’s all egg now”. HowToBasic leaves through my window. Eggs are love. Eggs are life.