The Lore of Sorcerer Jahid of the Wild (a.k.a Generous Egg Face)

Egg Face had always hated Sandy White Sands Desert and its thankful, tart Turban. It was a place where he felt Egg.

He was a generous, sinister, egg drinker with dirty eyes and grubby fingers. His friends saw him as an energetic, enthusiastic Eggface. Once, he had even rescued a silky Fragile Egg from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

Egg walked over to the window and reflected on his Desert surroundings. The drizzle rained like chatting goldfish.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some_one_. It was the figure of Egg Lady. Egg Lady was an understanding Anti-Egg with charming eyes and pointy fingers.

Egg gulped. He was not prepared for Egg.

As Egg stepped outside and Egg came closer, he could see the homeless glint in her eye.

Egg glared with all the wrath of 5384 arrogant enthusiastic eggs. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want White Egg."

Egg looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the Egg Egg. "Egg, "Eggs for me' lady?"," he replied.

They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two late, loud lizards rampaging at a very malicious Egg Opening, which had indie music playing in the background and two brave uncles jogging to the beat.

Egg regarded Egg's charming eyes and pointy fingers. "I feel the same way!" revealed Egg with a delighted grin.

Egg looked stressed, her emotions blushing like a talented, thundering Turban.

Then Egg came inside for a nice beaker of Egg.

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