“I leave you guys for ten seconds and you all become rabbits? Why does this happen to almost everyone I know?”
“Uhm,” said Twyll. Who currently resembled a tortie lop.“We’re… not… rabbits.”
“Twyll… when’d you become a liar?” he asked, confused. “You’re like Little Miss Truth…”
“Jor…” said the angry-looking white bunny with amazing eyeliner game. That had to be Bob. “Did you raid the tupperware in the back of the fridge labelled, ‘Experimental! Do not eat under any circumstances. No, not even to see what it tastes like. No, not even if you’re really hungry. This means you Jor’?”
“…uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhmmmm…” Jor looked down at his hands. Paws. Shit. “Mmmmmmmmmaaaaaayyyybe?”
Bob rolled her eyes. “I’ll sit on him, you call the ambulance. Papa bun-bun’s going to have a real fun adventure in the detox ward.”
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