Sir Pentious, working on his latest device of mass destruction, did not notice some of his egg minions were playing with a hammer and smashing one another like buffoons, and continued to crank the final bolt of a strange cannon-looking device into place. "Perfect! is this what fatherhood feels like?!" he speedily slithered around his machine. "oh wait- I feel that ever day with you fried chicken fetuses..." he looked at the bunch of egg boyz, who were still playing with sharp objects and hammers, with a sigh. "woo- I'm surrounded by idiots! and I am one of them." Sir Pentious stuck out his forked snake tongue and played with it.