Egger On a black night, I was dressed in a dark black, freshly washed tuxedo. And I had a special high-tech egg machine gun. I was ready to go to the fringe of the city and bomb some buildings. I crept closer to my target, a building with a flickering street light in front. I cocked the Thunder-Egger, and fired a round right at the 2nd floor, painting a perfect peace sign, just as I heard the sirens screeching towards me. I immediately jumped onto a small ledge, and parkoured away. My name is Zach Egger. And I do egg-graffiti.