good luck NY PH, CH gunn awar you tommor night have fun

Seems legit.

Recently released from the mental ward, Warped found herself in the streets. While she was walking along aimlessly she was someone she had seen just twenty minutes before in the nuthouse. In a slurred, barely legible drawl she heard him yelling

good luck NY PH, CH gunn awar you tommor night have fun

Warped walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

Hey buddy, I'll make you a deal. I'll check back into the nuthouse if you will, she said to him.

Just as he was about to answer Warped, a bullet ripped through his head. He fell deal on the sidewalk.

Oh well, guess I can continue wandering the streets then, Warped said to no one in aprticular.

Must be an April Fools Joke? Very Funny man

Hopefully it was not a April Fools Joke BUT if it was the kid had some big ones

Satanta considers the words for a moment, before falling into deep contemplation.

I think it's quite clear what happened here.

TylerDurden is planning a move. He's hoping to hit us all by surprise. He wants New York and Philli watching over their shoulders, Chicago to be trying to figure out who's supposed to be planning this war and Detroit all upset they haven't been invited to the party.

Once all of the pieces are in place, Delaware will arrive on their mounted bunnies and attack.

It's the only possible explanation.

Satanta, you sir, have a good grasp on how things work here. Not to mention your street responses keep me highly amused and in stitches.

Frank continues laughing as he makes his way down the street.

hums, war, what is it good for as he strolls down the New York streets on a brisk April Fools morning.

I agree with Satanta, that is the only logical explenation!

Wonders where he can find one of these vicious bunnies for himself.

Behind you....

The length, depth and breadth of this argument is entirely fulfilling all my niggling questions posed from the original question.

I wait with baited breath.

Countdown, I see your baited breath and raise you ring sting..

Neville, I just hope your ring sting wasn't somehow caused by countdowns breath.

It most definitely was not my breath... I can assure you of that Mr. Lannister.

After hearing Satanta's theorie about a soon to come war, Gent grabs the phone and orders a few truck loads of carrots to distract the bunnies.

"That should do it, now they will surely leave philly out of it!"

*runs and buys a bunch of credits with cash in anticipation of imminent death*

Just keep eating the spinach, Popeye. You'll be fine!

I did try to warn people this was coming, but did they listen? Nooooooo.

Now, here we are. Durdens all over our cities, with the bunnies still hiding in the bushes ready to pounce. New York and Philli are still discussing what the secret handshake will be for entrance into the war room. Chicago are still waiting by their mail boxes for someone to circulate the aforementioned war plans. While Detroit have cancelled their previously arranged Christmas Cards to other cities as they still haven't gotten an invite to the party.

I didn't quite see the good ol' Rogue joining in on the shenanigans the way he has, but it's amazing how convincing Tyler can be after a few bottles of rum. So can't really hold that against the poor guy.

After some careful intelligence gathering, I can almost confirm some some vague certainty that the rogue bunnies are upset children of former mobsters from Los Angelos and Las Vegas. When their mothers and fathers had to turn to making an honest living of selling oranges by the freeway, or suffling cards in a low class casino, their lives went from primo to hard. They seemed to have gathered in some place called 'Jonos Fort' where they've held by monthly meetings and sewned together nifty looking rabbit costumes. Revenge shall be theirs, or at least thats what the crackhead I paid $10 for some info told me earlier today.