Still dizzy from clocks that melted, fish with legs, and staircases that led nowhere, the eggs now tiptoed through velvet darkness and echoing crypts. Bats flapped like applause overhead, a pipe organ played itself, and nobody offered garlic at dinner. Can these angry eggs hold their yolk in a land of shadows... or be scrambled by the "vampires"?
Claymation. An enraged anthropomorphic egg character, shell cracked and glowing red. spewing eyeballs in the erupted yolk. eyes glaring, one a spiral, the other a blank orb. Veins pulse on the cracked shell. teeth bared in a twisted snarl. Floating in a nightmarish landscape of melting clocks, ghoulish ...