MyNameisNobody hobbles down the street and grabs a coffee and a donut from a street vendor before sitting down on a park bench to view the day. Off to his left he sees a group of children playing, when one of them runs from the bushes screaming that she saw a rabbit. The other two children run into the bushes and try as the might, no rabbit was to be found. Amidst the arguing back and forth and utter denial that the young girl was lying to her friends, she could not prove her story. A minute later all was forgotten as the children ran off to play in another adventure.

MyNameisNobody thinks for a moment and then begins to giggle, from a giggle to a chuckle, to an all out belly laugh. The cause of his amusement is the idea of how this scenario would have played out if he substituted members of  this thing of ours into the role of the children he was watching earlier. It would go a little something like this...

Premier finds a rabbit and then shot anyone else who tried to find a rabbit.

CJ-West dresses up as a carrot and then mug backs said rabbit, taking it's ears, fluffy tail and lucky foot.

Grooglez sends out a hit squad to squash any rumours of a rabbit uprising. Rabbit? there is no fucking rabbit!

Dom raises a brow...

"Why are we discussin' me?"

He flicks his custom zippo open and closed repeatedly, a rabbit and his last name, Coniglio, custom-engraved into metal casing of the lighter.

"I mean, I'm not mistaken, right? You're talkin' about rabbits? They call me Mr. Rabbit."

He chuckled...

Rickin frackin varmint!

Well yonder rabbit although you are indeed one of those rabbit critters.

This was simply just a normal rabbit...and not that spaced out crack rabbit from Winnie the Pooh either