Eland (our hero): Other than that, it was a plain old egg. Had it not been given to me by a ragged madman pursued by shadowy figures in pale green, probably killed, in a room that ceased to exist while we watched, in a labyrinth made out of gears and inconsistencies, I would have assumed it was laid by a chicken. As it was, for all I knew, there might come a chipping of little egg-teeth one day, and a baby gear, tiny cogs slicked with albumen and bits of shell, would hatch out of the damn thing and crawl off to the maze to grow.
johnraptor: I just got a mental image of a baby, gear shaped, Pokemon. I don't know why.
"Geary-chu! I choose you!