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Bad
things happen when you get too attached to your
enormous eggs.
You
guessed it: another "Easter Subject." I know this is
what I think of when I hear "Easter": An impossibly
rotund humanoid egg, holding a parasol over his
vulnerable, exposed yolk (that toupee must itch like
mad), courting a female weed of some kind by
presenting her with a nest full of eggs. His younger
siblings, perhaps. Nothing says "Christ is risen!"
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This, too, is an
"Easter Subject," representing another step in the egg-man
continuum. I'm happy to see that freakish mutations haven't
stopped these dandies from enjoying spring. (I don't think I
want to know what's written on this card.)
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