This second and final installment of the Christ-Like Egg adventures picks up exactly where the first left off-in eternal damnation. Continue the voyage through the lives of the broken egg shells. Smell the burning sulfur of lost egg souls searching for meaning in a world devoid of an all-loving hen, smoky bars or goth-country music. Get a whiff of the rotten deviled eggs perfuming the air with a poetic stench that only reality's corpse provides. These dark saints of the here and now will spoil both yokes and whites as they sing their X-rated nursery rhymes about plane crashes, bombed Mexican women, hangovers in wheelchairs and pagan blasphemers. Come taste the fire and brimstone of salvation found in a frying pan. For thy eyes shall be opened, singing both good and evil, becoming as egg gods.