Eggs. Out of anything they could’ve been throwing at each other it was eggs. After I have finished the washing, Gerald comes back in with stains all over his clothes. I was about to make scrambled eggs, just to find the eggs in the fridge gone. I was wondering where they went. After Gerald went for his shower and after I washed the clothes again, Gerald came up to say he couldn’t get the yolk out of his fringe which would be flickering as he shook his head. He would have to get it cut. Would it ever grow back?