“I forgive your for raising my kids to be animals.” Bruce stated simply. Frank smiled. “Well it kinda was Barbara’s fault too. She was a whore.” He shrugged. Bruce nodded. “Well, you also are kind of a dick.” He looked at the ground. “Well at least I don’t bang babies.” Frank says. Suddenly Bruce is gone. Frank is alone. He eats an egg. Only, Bruce is the egg. Bruce screams and Frank laughs a hearty and deep laugh. Bruce is dead. Frank eats another egg. He shoves eggs into his cheeks like a chipmunk. Charlie walks to him. “Heyo.” He says in greeting. Frank waves, unable to speak with the eggs in his mouth. His eyes grow by the second. Suddenly Frank has no face. It’s only two large eyes and a mouth full of eggs. Charlie screams. He is an egg. Paddy’s is a liminal space and Philadelphia vored us.
