Œuf en colère pirate.

Still picking splinters from ship decks and dodging parrots with attitude, the angry eggs stumbled into a dimension of slick pompadours, chrome jumpsuits, and endless dramatic hand gestures. Between espresso-fueled scientists, alien invasions with suspiciously low budgets, and spaceships shaped like pizzas, will they survive the madness of "Italian Sci-Fi" or just get lost in a cosmic soap opera?

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