. . .

... okay, so...

I know my cooking was bad, but it couldn't have been that bad, could it?

... Could it?

[footsteps, someone humming-- badly off-key]

Potato, potato, pumpkin bomb, lots and lots of-- huh?

[the footsteps stop]

Huh?

[a small thud is audible, then the sound fades]

H-hey, was that a--

!

COME BACK, MR. RABBIT! I NEED YOU FOR MY ROCK-FISTED POTATO STEW!

[ooc: Shh, it's Easter here already. >_>]