I tried to bake eggs, but they would not bake. Jeff even put on some triumphant egg-processional classical music to welcome the baked eggs, but even after we put them back in the oven for a while, they would not bake. So we tried to finish them off in the microwave, and they exploded!
They ended up sort of edible, like poorly poached eggs. Okay. Yolk too hard in the middle and still runny at the edges. But edible. We salvaged what we could and then cleaned up after the rest.
Now Jeff appears to be listening to his egg-processional music and the Black Eyed Peas' "Boom Boom Pow" simultaneously. I do not understand this.