Pull back, trace the guide as it rebounds off the sidewalls, release. Trios of one colour vanish on contact, and snapping the eggs that anchor a bunch sends the whole lot plummeting for bonus loot. 🧊 The coop bites back. Frosted eggs shrug off the first hit and crack on the second. Stone blocks refuse to pop at all and squat right in your firing lanes. Golden stars lurk inside the piles, waiting to be shaken loose for extra points. 🐣 Losing means letting the mass sink past the boundary, or emptying your magazine with eggs still hanging. Skins tip the odds: a fire egg that melts ice and shatters stone, a lengthened trajectory, a colour swap. 🌾 All forty coops stand between you and a spotless farm, and the last ones mix every hazard at once.