The button was pressed. The ungloved hand quickly was re-gloved, and glee had so quickly transformed into horror. My reaction had been swift—swifter than her reaction. Ducking, I looked up to the heavens. "Heavens!" I yelped, as the eggs were flung upwards at a quickening speed. Like a rocket they ascended into the heavens, zooming so fast they began to shed their shells. "Holy Hell!" She yelped as the eggs split in two. Two perfectly halved pieces of eggshell fell atop her hair. The egg—white and all—kept its upper mobility until gravity, at last, got a word in and the egg—white and all—landed onto a frying pan and began to sizzle.