A spark of life in the darkness of the internals of the egg was met with prompt questioning by its occupant. Who of course was immediately questioning as to why the hell was it so dark. Guess a "spark of life" isn't a "spark of light". And who was the one inside of this egg you might ask? 

A pure ball of snark named Svegg, that's who.

Being as tiny as he was, there was a decent amount of room for him to roll around in. In pitch darkness. Because interior designing is a hell of a lot cheaper when the person can't actually see whats in front of them. Svegg realized that his biological alarm clock was calling for him as he some how knew everything and his sense came to. He heard the echoing inside of his shell, how it was actually pretty warm, and this faint unending taste of salt in his mouth. He experimentally punched the egg to try and get out. Nothing happened. Again, a bit harder. Nothing happened. Once more the fist met the inside of the egg. Nothing happened. Svegg was starting to get annoyed, noted by the fact he was now yelling and shaking the egg that it could be heard and seen from the outside.
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One unceremonious head butt later, the dwarf-Ig found himself face first on the outside world. What a way to see the light. "Damn dem eggz are 'ard. Dey suppost'd to be roks?" only just born and Svegg was already sassing the hell out of the world, they grow up so quick.

Looking around, he saw that his head butting had knocked over another Ig who was supposedly tapping on his blue and gold shell, now sporting a Svegg head-shaped hole from which the [s]dwarf[/s] man himself came out of, "Oo dat fak are ye? Ye also part o' dat batch?"