Oh, he hated it when the yolk broke. It didn’t matter, not really, but for the look of the thing, he might as well break another egg.
He looked down. An infinite number of eggs, surrounded by black swirls of gas. If you looked closely, you could see tiny specks, that almost resembled floating rocks. It looked like glitter, the stuff that protected the eggs in their box. Here was one, with a wide sweep of stardust around it. Some dull memory rang in the back of his mind. Milky Way. Milk and eggs, perfect for pancakes. He grinned, a smile as wide as the universe.
He plucked the egg up and smashed it on the bowl.