Self-loathing rabbit, can't even admit to her own identity, like Wabbit/rabbit, Frankenstein/Frahnkensteen. It's sad, really, but bun bun will have to face up to her heritage sooner or later.
Quote:We're just playing, and we haven't even begun.
I'm pretty much out of material, really. Except for nibbling on the scenery, recycling nervous half-digested feces, f*cking like mad, fleeing in terror and sometimes breaking their own wee backs in the process, and getting eaten by intelligent animals with proper depth perception -- well, there's just not much
to rabbits, you know?
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go give my junk a good once-over. And I can feel free to take my time, because I know nothing's going to turn me into stew if I relax for more than half a second.