Saturday, January 01, 2011


All Is Quiet, On New Year's Day

Be vewwy, vewwy quiet. We're hunting Wabbitches.

We're what?

Hunting Wabbitches. You're not being very quiet.

And why, exactly, are we hunting "Wabbitches"?

Because she's been gone and we have to hunt her and make her come back.

Hang on, you said "Wabbitches", as in more than one ... isn't there just one Rabbitch?

Well, yes, but it's sort of this Elmer Fudd schtick and ... oh, shut up, just be vewwy vewwy quiet, k?

Fine. Fuck it, whatever, I'm being vewwy vewwy quiet. Are you happy now?

I'd be happier if you were quieter.

Great. Fine. I'll fucking whisper if you'd like.

That's not whispering.

You're being a total twat about this, aren't you?

Well, perhaps, but at least I know how to whisper.

Look, I'm not going to play this. You're completely demented. I'll help you hunt for Rabbitch if you want or even for some godforsaken rabbits, but I'm not going to whisper. Let's just get on with it.

Fine, be that way ...

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