Fnaarg

A word describing the situation when upon being given an order by the CIA to deliver some fresh eggs to Mrs. Brady in cocklebill street, you discover the eggs are not actually eggs, they are egs. Then the wheels of your delivery van fall off and you skid into a river. You survive in the wilderness for three days by building a raft out of fried Egs and slowly eating it. Then your legs fall off. You claw your way back to the CIA building, and they give you a fresh batch of Egs. When you finally arive at Mrs. Brady's, it turns out she died two years ago. You throw your hands up and scream.