After committing Bunni-O-cide, i ate the bunny.
I’m not kidding.
I. ate. the. bunny.
It was chopped, minced, pressed and cooked into confit. The meat and bones and marrows were double-boiled into this concentrated cup of bunny essence.
Whoa i tell you. The feta cheese in the essence tasted damn good.
Wanna see the proof?
I even have the recipe for it. This is the short description.
I felt so beastly.
The dysfunctional, crippled bunny mutated into a fluorescent werebit. Sorta like Hutch. No, more like Wallace the Werebit.
Wait. It is not even a Werebit. It’s more bizarre than that.
Bunny ears are mutating into long antlers.
Sharp claws are emerging from the soft paws.
I shall call the mutant aBist. Its nature is similar to that of a hybrid of bitch+beast.
Hence the Bist.
Beware! The curse of the Bist is befalling!!!