Breakfast Pandemonium

This morning, I was ambushed.

I was minding my own business, pan frying some chicken for breakfast, when the eggs attacked.

They threw themselves off the counter, hurling their little white oval bodies at my side, aiming for my new shirt. I dove out of the way, snatching three eggs right out of the air while the fourth fell to it's death on the kitchen floor.

I stared down at the body of my fallen enemy, smiling slightly, when the chicken decided to get in on the action. It popped and sizzled and crying out for it's friend the egg. It tossed itself about in the pan, making me cringe and forcing me to wield the spatula and scream for he...threats. Scream threats.

I guess the...threats...were enough to make the chiken back down. The rest of the meal preparation went without a hitch. No problems that is, until it came time to transfer the eggs and chicken to the plates. The pan started to tilt, I heard a small "NOW!!!" and the next few seconds happened in slow motion. The eggs drowned in my drink, the chicken committed suicide and I made a very important life decision.

English muffins are the breakfast food of choice.