The messy days of tar and feathers fade into memory, leaving only hardened shells and sharper rage. The air grows thick with smoke, the clang of metal echoing through the dark. A crimson eye pierces the haze, locking onto its prey. The angry eggs brace themselves as the future crashes into their world, and the Terminator steps forward, relentless and unstoppable...
a cave long hair angry egg with furious expression, tarred and feathered, shaking its fists, digital caricature, vibrant colors. Background is the space.