Egg for breakfast

On the first day of the conference, the hotel staff prepared sausage, egg, and cheese sandwiches.
I scraped off the egg. I can’t eat egg.
On the second day of the conference, the staff prepared sausage, egg, and cheese burritos.
They mixed the ingredients together so I couldn’t scrape it off.
Fuckers.
On the third day, the staff broke into my room and pelted me with eggs.
That’s when civilization fell.
I crawled along the shore, looked up at a ruined Statue Of Liberty, and damned everyone to Hell.
But, in my opinion, the Tim Burton remake was far worse.

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