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The title of this thread is irksome. The question is not whether physics would allow for a humanoid animal to birth offspring within an egg. Rather the question is whether doing so garners any evolutionary advantage to such a hypothetical creature.

Speculating here. The heat that would be transferred to the fairings via advection from the upper stage rocket plume may not be quite as hot as the frictional heating that would occur as the rocket ascends. Also the impingement of that plume onto the first stage structure will be very brief, probably on the order of several seconds. There might not be enough time to transfer enough heat to be concerned about components getting damaged.

Granted. A solid gold sunfish busts its way through your bedroom ceiling all the while you lay laughing hysterically at the absurdity of your wish. I wish not to be the next victim of the golden fish.

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Granted. However the lozenge has a detestable flavor that can be likened to that of yellow Listerine mouthwash. Ick. I wish to know more about analyzing truss structures.

Granted. You are now the proud owner of a Death Star. I hope you have relished the moment, for gets blown up within moments of ownership transfers onto you. Error: WishGranter.exe has encountered an issue! "Like, I want to charge Vader rent" is not phrased as a wish. I wish WishGranter.exe would work again.

Granted. Over 200 Million residence of Brazil (BR) are subjected to being decompressed...poor souls. On a more pleasant note, a new cereal labelled as War Thunder is now part of a daily balanced breakfast. I wish for a nice bowl of oatmeal instead.

Granted. You find yourself trapped forever as a walk on role in one scene of the 1996 Disney film 101 Dalmatians. For all eternity you will experience the that insignificant role in that same scene, over and over again. Kind of like Groundhog's Day but much worse. This reminds me of causality loops. I wish for the power to avoid becoming trapped within one.

Granted. Prince and his band sing the awesome song "Purple Rain" atop the tin roof. But your neighbors are annoyed and call the cops, who then cite you for a noise violation. In addition to having to pay a fine, you are also stuck fitting the bill for the performers time. Now I wish it will rain down, down on me. Oh yes, I wish it would rain on me!

Granted. But the price to pay for having the engrams associated with Pythagorean's Theorem reactivated is the curse of toiling each day to perform laborious trigonometric integrals by hand. Have fun with that. I wish to not be pestered by differential equations.

Granted. But wait, how is that corruptible? That sounds delightful. Did you just break the game ColdJ? I wish for this game to continue.

Granted. You are able to provide happiness to everyone. But the price you pay for making everyone else happy...is a descent into utter and irrevocable despair. But fret not fellow melancholiac, for misery enjoys company. I wish to afford the therapy bill.

I have come back from the dead to grant you your wish. For one fleeting moment, all consumers, everywhere, pause to consider what it is they are buying. For one glorious moment the masses truly weigh whether the merchandise or good they intend to purchase at that moment offers any real value or utility. We are talking societal-changing, economic dynamic-shattering level of thought. But alas, such wonderful thinking lasted only a moment. The spark of enlightenment flickers out and the masses return to mindless consumers once again. And on reflection, that makes me sad. I wish I was not sad.

Penultimate thought before impact: BAM! That's a lot of bacon! Ultimate thought before impact: Granted. But like hot sauce, mildness is subjective. Thus, the temperature you are experiencing now is mild to the old man in your midst who thinks a 90°F room is down right frigid. I can only imagine to what unbearable temperatures this man considers "mild". That is for however long I've left to imagine before meeting my porcine-based doom. I wish for a pleasant...KA-BOOOM! (Pig impact).

Granted. It is no longer dead....after a fashion. You see, KSP2 exists now in a super-positional state. It is both dead and alive. However, to view any media source with information about the game now would cause that state to collapse, resulting in it becoming dead once again. Thus, you can never see anything more about the game nor ever play KSP2. But as long as the super-positional state is maintained, it can never truly die. I wish to push a button and receive bacon.