Mr. Rabbit was still struggling to understand what the hell was happening there (actually, he was just a few thoughts away of slammering his head on the nearest wall continuously), but they quickly turned their head to Meryl and responded, with a curious tone:

“Yes, Meryl?”

It was now… or never.

“i really think we should take that path.”

And they pointed to the Red String Tunnel.

To which Mr. Rabbit chuckled with incredulous amuse:

“Hoho, Meryl, my friend, I think you’re trying to point to the OTHER TUNNEL, isn’t you? You know, the one with NO BIZARRE RED STRING WITHIN IT, right? Ho, you’re such a joker, but maybe this is not the appropriated time for funny quips.”

But Meryl the Mole wasn’t making any joke.

“i’m being serious, mr. rabbit. no jokes this time.”

“Wait, seriously?”

Mr. Rabbit couldn’t believe it, which was surprising, considering MERYL was usually who occupied the “snarky ceptic” role.

“Why on our holy land should we take THAT path? What makes you think that would be a reasonable decision to make?”

“I don’t feel quite right about it too, Meryl.”

“everyone, listen!”

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