"Brrrr." Julian muttered as he stepped out of the freezer.
Crissy handed him his coffee sludge. She told him, "The eggs are almost finished, so I turned the oven on."
"You've got a pig back there?"
"Most of one."
"Where'd you get your eggs?"
"God." Julian laughed. "I got them from God."
"No, I'm serious. I know a guy named Jesus, Hey Zeus, really, but we call him God for short. He raises chickens, hens and cocks, and I did him a favor last year, helped him keep his chicken farm."
"There are no chicken farms in Detroit."
Julian smiled, "You're right: There aren't." he replied.