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"Too late!"
"What?"
"There It is!"
"Where?"
"Therrrrrre."
"What, behind the rabbit?"
"It is the rabbit!"
Pause.
"You silly sod!"
"What?"
"You got us all worked up!"
"But tha's no ordinary rabbit! That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!"
"You git! I soiled my armour I was so scared!"
"Look, that rabbit has a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer! It'll do you as a treat, mate."
"Oh, YEAH?"
"Manky Scots git."
"Look, I'm warning you!"
"What's he do, nibble your bum?"
"He's got huuuuuge sharp....he can leap about...look at the BONES!"
"Go on, Bors, chop its head off."
"Right, silly little creature. One rabbit stew coming right up!"
"LOOK!"
"JESUS CHRIST!"
"I warned you."
"I've done it again."
"I warned you, but did you listen to me, oh no, oh no it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell people, but do they listen to me?"
"SHUT UP. RIGHT. CHAAAAARGE!"
Squeaking. Fighting. Screaming.
"Run away! Run away! Run away!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Right, how many did we lose?"
"Gawain, Hector, and Bors, that's five."
"Three, sir."
"Three, three. Well, we better not risk another frontal assault, that's for sure. That rabbit's dynamite."
"Will it...help to confuse it if we run away more?"
"Oh, shut up. Go and change your armour."
"Let us taunt it! It may become so cross that it will make a mistake!"
"Like what?"
"Well."
"Hmm. Have we got bows?"
"No."
"But we have the holy hand grenade!"
"Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! It is one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him! Brother Maynard, bring out the Holy Hand Grenade!"
Chanting.
Next time, The Book of Armaments, Chapter 2.