The two passed in the night. The Sperm on the supersonic race track in a car meant to impress. And the Egg on her trusty steed, thoughtful and gallant. And they didn't meet, but they both felt adventure and expectation and were content with that.
The Sperm says I don't know do I want to kill others for the honor of winning the Egg? I mean if she was cool she'd accept me for who I am. I mind my own business. I don't bother anyone. I'll let the Egg fight the other Sperm. She'll be Eggscalibur and I'll be the Stone.
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