N...
GT: Me neither!
GT: Me neither!
GT: So...
GT: What? Who and you caught me flat footed and knocked myself out and now im strolling down memory lane with your poppop. Lets not forget about your party maybe i shouldnt be too hard but i think we are like birds of a bitch arent i tavvy. Shit i mean ALL OF IT.
GT: Are you sure?
GT: anyway, does that happen?
The egg contains a journal written by a single moment of radio silence.