"Why do we have rotten eggs?"
Ray sat up in time to see Bob get tackled by none other than Mikey Way. “What the hell, Mikes?” Bob asked, shoving the lanky boy off him. “'s fuckin' cold 'n wet out there!” As his elder brother stepped into the tomb as well, he said, “Well who was the idiot that decided to try to do a funky ass dance in the middle of the pouring rain?”
“Me?” Mikey asked, pointing to himself, slightly miserable.
“Fuck you, Gerard.”
“No thanks, I’m not into incest.”
“Wozzat 'bout incest?” Frank asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Shaddup.” Ray said, gently punching the younger boy in the arm, before he added, “And get your short ass off me.”
“Fine.” Frank said, sticking his tongue out at the other man, before hopping onto the floor with cat's feet.
“So why are you guys in here in the first place?” Ray asked, propping himself up in his coffin with one elbow.
“Well,the rain sounds like it's letting up.”
“And?” Bob interjected from the side of the room.
“We felt like egging someone's house.” Mikey said with an apathetic shrug. Frank grinned at the news, jumping high, punching the air before he yelled, “Fuck yeah, motherfuckers!”
“And we need to pick up more supplies.” Gerard said with a shrug.
“Why are we encouraging him?” Ray asked, nodding to the ecstatic werewolf.
“Gets rid of all the rotten eggs.” Gerard said with a shrug.
“Why do we have rotten eggs in the first place?” Mikey asked.
“D'ya see a damn fridge here?”