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...
an angry anthropromorphic egg with a furious expression, thick black gooey tar drips down his face as feathers are flying, sticking to him. a crazy red capped mushroom, laughing, as he dumps a bag of feathers over the eggs head. farm background. vibrant colors.