Utterly Mad

I AM NOW BIRDIE HITLER. FEAR ME.

The eggs tasted good, but would've tasted better with some cheese. This train of thought leaves Drake wonder if there are cow-mutants that produce mutant-dairy. Drake makes a mental note to keep an eye out for such blessed mutants, if they exist. And he'll enslave them to produce mutant-milk to produce a horrifying combination of holy and disgustingly mutated cheese.

Drake continues to give his master-level pokerface, and his inner mind eventually stops giving a fack as well. He wonders if he should torment Amy by describing the eggs' taste in disturbing detail. He decides against it. He's not that evil.
Yet.

Drake Ashford: Master of pokerfaces, priest of the Giant Cheese Monster, and member of the Deliverance Company.