I just went out to the run, grabbed one by the neck, and swung it around in a circle hoping centrifugal force might force an egg out, but alas, nothing but poop. It's neck might be a little longer though.
We've got four dozen eggs in the fridge. The wife says, if we don't see some eggs from the chickens by the time they're gone, we'll need to start eating chickens.
They better hurry up!