"O' Where are you going?" Said Horror to Hearer.

last updated 8.24.2005

Bunny puts on a helmet and charges forth upon a metallic turquoise, traction-clawed Beast.

Bunny gets down with the ink and the screen, it toothed like a terror, knows just what you mean.

Rabbit roars on till the evening is gone, ate up like apples and goblets of grapes, dropped like the seven veils of Salome.

Off with its head.