Early Mornin'

Foster stared at the stove. Was he supposed to be making coffee? Was it a coffee-maker or a cappuccino machine that they had? Should put on a tie for oh right the dog. He wasn't moving much, and his tail was wagging. Did he want breakfast? Or -- eggs? He doesn't really look like an egg. Do my eggs always look at me like this? Every breakfast, a pet. But not Swift. Oh, no.

Wait, is the oven on?

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