It was over. The State had fallen and was now in the hands of the Corks. The last remaining Egg citizen could now only watch from inside his glassy cage and fear what may come next. These wooden freaks could never hope to build what the Eggs had. They expected him to go bad, to slowly putrify as they watched. But he had a secret that would beat their sick little game. They didn’t know he was hard boiled and he’d see who rotted first. Stupid Corks.