After almost losing their crap, Meryl quickly recomposed and proceeded to yell the hell out at such unexpected visit, which at that moment took the form of a really annoying, almost re-unforgiven rabbit.

“dude!! seriously, what is WRONG with you??? i almost had a heart attack, and i don’t even have a heart!”

Mr. Rabbit, on his side of the PUNCH-a-FACE SPECTRUM, was counting all his teeth, and then recounting it, just to make sure he would still be able to appreciate a nice meal decently.

“Ouch! You have a nice righty there, my fellow! I sure catch your fist, but couldn’t catch your name. I must admit, I would’ve prefered to know only the latter, if the benefit of choice had been granted.”

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