Mr. Rabbit was really angry now. All the calm and serenety had gone away, being replaced by the most pure, genuine stress-induced anger.

He was furious.

“Face it, Meryl, we are LOST! I knew I shouldn’t have listened to your stupid idea to come down here, but NOOOO. As always, I’m such a fool! ‘Mr. Bunnybutt’, huh? It is pretty fitting, I guess!”

Max startled. He never saw Mr. Rabbit get THAT angry… or some angry, actually.

Meryl the Mole backed away, shocked with that sudden change of tone in his voice. They quickly regained their composure, and proceeded to retaliate harshly:

“what the hell? it is not MY faut we’re lost! my calculations are precise, i do not make MISTAKES!”

“HohoHOHOHO. Holy moly, Meryl, my friend, you should quit being a scientist and get a way on comedy, because you sure have a talent! Hohoho, see? I’m dying out of laughter right now! Please, continue! I’m tempted to believe it is a better way to perish than to die of starvation or, may the Graces bless us with their almighty mercy, get devoured by rat-like demons from Hell!”

“argh! quit the verbiage! shut UP! i’m sick of your stupid sarcasm!”

“I will NOT shut up, Meryl. You aren’t getting away with that!”

“getting away with what, rabbit? please, enlight me with your neverending wisdom, o all-powerful sage!”

“Okay, shall we start with the fact that the reason we are lost IN THE FIRST PLACE was because of YOU??”

“i gave you the option to decline! you could’ve said no!”

“You told me you had the blueprints MEMORIZED, Meryl!!! You offered me a guaranteeded chance of getting right to the Castle Doors with EXTRA time to spend! What should I have done? To reject the idea of what I assumed to be a reliable friend??”

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