There was a time when I had nothing to explain.

Brian was tearing through the loft, throwing shit around. "Where is it? It couldn't have just gotten up and walked away!"

Michael sat at the counter looking guilty--and full. Justin eyed him suspiciously, then said, "You ate it. Didn't you?"

Michael averted his eyes and blushed, and Justin grabbed him and shook him forcibly, demanding, "DIDN'T YOU?"

"He what? He what?" Brian asked frantically. "YOU ATE IT?!"

"I thought it was a pickled egg," Michael said. "I'm sorry."

Brian tried to shove his finger down Michael's throat. "Well, give it back!"

"This is just like when Fat Bastard stole Austin Powers' mojo," Justin remarked, watching Michael struggle in Brian's grip.

THE CRYPTIC END.

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