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[400rabbits]

The Mansion....has rabbits. Lots of rabbits. Hundreds of rabbits.

There's also a vague smell of alcohol.

"Whoah! It's, like....a building."
"Yeah! A big building."
"The ceiling's, like...four hundred feet high."
"...Wait, what?"
"Does anyone else see all the spiders?"
"A building, man!"
"Hey, wait, where'd it come from?"
"Shit, I dunno. Think they got any

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[nac_macfeegle]

Even a vague smell of alcohol will attract another sort of vermin. Feegles, who'll remain out of sight until they work out whether they can fight the rabbits or not.

"Whut are they?"
"I cannae tell
"Crivens, will you lot no' whist?"
"Ach, we're jus' tryin' to see, big man."
"Y'can see better if ye keep yer gobs shut."

There's a short period of silence.

"Did they say party?"

[400rabbits]

One rabbit, lying on his back, staring at nothing, and wiggling his ears rather pathetically, blinks.

"Hey, guys, I think I hear something."
"No you don't! Wait, I mean, yes you do..."
"Yeah, you're always hearing things. It's, like, your thing."
"Oh yeah."
"...Wait, what?"

[nac_macfeegle]

And with a few choice swear words, one feegle is shoved out of the low shrubs. Before human sight can see him, he's standing over the rabbit that's on it's back, a long ear in each hand.
"Rrright! Who are ye and whut d'ye want?"

[400rabbits]

"What? Aaaaah! Aaaaaah! I'm...I'm 253-Rabbit and I want...I want you to let go of my ears?"

[patriciamydear]

Donleavy Patsy, still in teenage form, is quite certain now that she is hallucinating. Four hundred drunk Mexican rabbits? Who can talk? She puts on her best stern tutor voice, which comes out now more like a snotty know-it-all voice:

"Excuse me....What do you all think you are doing here?"

[400rabbits]

"....Um, I think we're having a party."
"Yeah! Party!"
"Hey, she can't talk to us like that. HEY LADY! You can't talk to us like that! We're, like, gods.""
"Yeah! Can't talk to us like that!"
"...Wait, what?"

[patriciamydear]

Being in the body of a teenager while being yelled at by drunk rabbit gods. This has got to be one of the most...confusing things Donleavy has ever faced.

"Yeah, well you're also drunk rabbits."

As if rabbits need alcohol to act foolish.

[400rabbits]

"DUH!"
"We're the Centzon Totochtin. Our madre's breasts gave forth sweet, sweet pulque."
"We've been drunk since the day we were born!"
"Yeah, plastered! Wasted! Hammered! Dipso! Sloshed! Stinko! Pie-eyed! Crocked! Blitzed! Plo-"
"Dude, shut up, we get it."

[halftheslain]

Freyja claps her hands delightedly. "Oh, how sweet! Drunk bunnies!"

[400rabbits]

"Yeah, baby, I'm reeeeeal sweet." Leer.
"You're pretty."
"We're not bunnies! We're...we're not bunnies!"
"...Wait, what?"

[halftheslain]

"Awww!" She tries to snuggle as many as she can.

[400rabbits]

"Oh, we're so in. We are so in."
"Help, help, I'm being abducated!"
"She's pretty."
"Rape! Rape! Ahahaha!"
"Dude! Not funny."
"...Wait, what? Whozzis?"

[o_i_am_slain]

Polonius is trying to take a nap in the sun, but is awakened by the chatter. He looketh at the rabbits in wonder - surely the spring, the season of all flowering and growing, is the time for rabbits?

He noticeth not the smell of alcohol, but cannot miss their talking, and thinketh that this house becometh more extraordinary every day.

"Why do you speak so loud, at this time of the day? It is not meet to do so, when you may disturb others in their rest."

[400rabbits]

"What's your problem, man?"
"You talk funny."
"ARRRRR! YARRRRRR! ARRRRRRGH! Noise!"
"...Wait, what?"

[o_i_am_slain]

And 'tis now that he perceiveth the smell of alcohol. "What, art drunk, thou miscreant?" he saith, picking up another unfortunate rabbit by the ears.

[400rabbits]

"Ow! Dude! Ow!" The grabbed rabbit kicks his legs a little.

"Gods, man, gods! Shit, fulla morons, shit."
"Put him down! Come on, put him down, or I'll kill your fuckin' ass, man! C'mon! I can take you!"
"Ahahahahaha! Haha!"
"...Dude, where'd 23-Rabbit go?...oh."

[yappyhellhound]

It's a dog who came directly from Hell...

... And now knows what Heaven must be like.

So he takes off, yapping furiously, after the nearest few rabbits.

[400rabbits]

"Holy shit, it's a dog!"

The Centzon Totochtin scatter. Well, except for the ones that don't.