Brown Easter Egg

Kids today don't know the meaning of hard work. I do. My father beat it into me when I was a child. And I was grateful for it. 28 hours a day, 9 days a week he slaved away down at the hard labor factory. Did he ever complain? I never heard it. And I won't hear it from you. My old man had the grindset mentality, and I'll teach it to you, too. He never took time off. He never did bare minimum mondays. He even asked his boss to reduce his wage so he could truly feel he earned it. Anyway, enough chatter. Let's get to work.