Happy Little Bunny, open to all
"Axes flash, broadsword swing, Shining armour's piercing ring-"
The Bunny is singing, quite loudly and off key, to himself, as he fiddles with his latest project. An empty 2-liter, some common house hold items-
The Bunny glances over his shoulder at the Managers tube. "Let's see how much you can take, big guy."
Tiny paws with opposable thumbs work hard, squeezing and mixing, and making quite the mess. But he does know what he's doing.
"Horses run with polished shield, Fight Those Bastards till They Yield Midnight mare and blood red roan, Fight to Keep this Land Your Own Sound the horn and call the cry, How Many of Them Can We Make Die!"
The Rabbit finds himself chuckling again, his beady red eyes staring upwards at the Residence. "How many of them can I make die?"