I had just opened the carton when were set upon by a ball-peen hammer wielding ruffian wearing dark robes and, of course, a mask. As he swung the hammer down, I knew I had to act quickly, so I held up the open carton of eggs to absorb the blow. When the hammer struck the eggs, the shells cracked but there was no drippy, sticky mess. They had been hard-boiled.
The ruffian hung his head, dejected, and then left.
Indy-Craig looked surprised and said, "You took an awful chance there, sir. Did you know that they were already boiled?"
"Of course, my good boy. I put them there."
"But then, why were we boiling water?"
"That’s simple... to heat them up."