This would make a great movie. You living your everyday life, slapping the egg every day after work. After a particularly stressful day, you reaally slap the egg and watch in horro as it falls to the floor in shards. As you pace angrily thinking about a fat fine, a ceramic chick emerges from the wreckage. You are bewildered about the unlikeliness of the scenario, but like any good movie protagonist, you don't question it. You take it as your responsibility to raise the chick and find out that it relies only on [I'll think of something later] to survive when it tries to [obtain said item from natural household location]. Whilst purchasing [said item], you run into an overqualified store employee, very intelligent and curious about the chick who you try to hide in a comical way underneath your clothes (who also very conveniently is a being of any gender you are attracted to who you find attractive). They confidently invite themselves along, insisting you have the chick, named a while back as [your choice], milked for money by taking interviews from large news companies. Behind your back, she signs a deal to a large research facility where the chicken will be tested for cause of the phenomenon. Your life rapidly changes for the better as you make money and build a stronger relationship with your partner, going out on dates, oftentimes bringing the chicken along. I'll finish tmrw.
