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"Seven!" James grunted while letting an egg slide out. Once the white sphere reached the ground, he asked, "Any more coming?"

"Nope," answered the yinglet he had hired as a helping hand. With that, James let go of his tail and sat down. He spun around on his fists and nearly fainted when he saw that one of the eggs were busted. He looked at the smaller yinglet with suspicion and asked, "Did you do somezhing stupid?"

"No."

"It happens," another one chimed in. "Wait, what?"

"Eggs crack."

"Spontaneously?"

"You dropped zhaz one at bad angle."

"I did?"

"Yes!"

"Bring in anozher boy!"

"Why?"

"Now!" screeched James.

He watched as they ran out of the hut before laying among the eggs. "Well," he said to himself, "zhis is boring."

He gasped when he felt a push against his tail. He stood up and turned around. There was a male yinglet trying to get on top of him. "Oh, zhat was fast."

James pulled the curtain over the door before lifting his tail. During their session, one of the eggs was stomped on. James screamed and bit him, to which he retaliated by biting back. "You owe two eggs!"

"I didn't smash zhe first one!"

"Still!''

"Why do you want so many?"

''Orders from zhe king."

"Oh."

"Well?"

"I don't wanna anymore!"

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Zhey kidnapped me!"

James sighed and got away from him. "You can go."

The yinglet left, and James sat and sighed. as he sat there, he began to wonder how it came to this. He couldn't see how surviving a nuclear war could lead to this. How did those injections work, anyway?

It was a mystery. He stood up all the way and began pacing the hut. "Is zhis all I'm going to do anymore, sitting around making eggs? I've already become numb to it. But, zhat can't be it!"

He heard tapping and watched from the window as yinglets ran. He sighed, laid down and shut his eyes.

He woke up a couple hours later right as the sun began to set. He looked at the eggs, then got up and began feeling them. While they felt cold, he pulled them together and laid among them. When he saw someone taking a peek, he asked, "Uh, can you lend a hand?"

"No!"

"Can you at least take down zhe curtain?"

"No!"

"By zhe way, why are you here?"

"Because I was ordered to!"

James sighed, got up and grabbed the curtain that hid them from the outside world, the one thing that prevented him from being seen making more eggs. He yanked it down and draped it over the eggs. He squinted as he shifted the sheet to accommodate all the eggs gradually becoming more used to the light. He heard a thunk on the barred window and went to see what it was.

He saw a tongue on the wooden bars, and found that it was connected to something that looked like a large reptile with insect features. "What is zhat?"

"Zhink I know?"

"I should ask what it is next time I get zhe chance to."

"Yeah you should, zhat zhing has lots of teeth!"

"By zhe way, is zhere a place to get blankets wizhin zhese walls?"

"I don't Zhink so."

"Well, what is zhere to make zhem out of?"

With no answer, James took a moment to feel the curtain. He felt the fibers for the material, or something to compare it to. "Felt," he thought aloud. Suddenly, they heard a knock on the wall, and a Dracosith's head peered in. "Private Scale?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Just came to check those eggs."

Upon hearing this, James raised an index finger and pulled away the curtain from the clutch of eggs. It appeared that something had emerged from one of the eggs. "What have we here," asked the soldier pointing at one of the eggs. James followed the finger to see a pinkish blob with white fur. "Well, how about that, it already hatched. Tell you what, you could keep that one if you want, the rest can go to the crown, unless another one hatches sooner or later than the rest."

"Sounds like a plan," said James.

"Oh by the way, that uh, racism was planned," stated the soldier. "It was supposed to motivate you to stay and make more."

What," James screeched.

Before the soldier could react, James snapped, "Are you serious? So, you guys chased me out so I could dedicate my time to making scouts up the wazoo?"

"I'd better go," stated the soldier before turning and marching away through the fort. James turned around and picked up the yingling, which was crying now. He changed how he was holding it and tried rocking it. He sat down and held the yingling close to his chest.

After the yingling fell asleep, James laid down and nodded off as well. He knew that, one day, this one would become decent company. At least he was no longer alone.