Twelve. A dozen. Which makes me think of eggs. Which makes me think of chickens. Both of which make me hungry…

PAST: I can’t resist. It’s just too damned easy: which came first, chicken or egg?

PRESENT: Let’s push this week’s theme to greater levels of absurdity. Are you easily egged on, or are you fundamentally chicken?

FUTURE: And now for the ultimate in eggcitement. You have the technology. You have financial backing. You have a diabolical plan to improve chickens everywhere… what will you do? And does it involve world conquest? (Hey, can you imagine anything more diabolical than achieving global domination through the use of mutant chickens?)

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