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You want to know? Well, I'm dead either way, I might as well talk.
You want to hear about the Bunny Mafia? I'll tell you about it. Yeah, I ran with the rabbits. Cooked books for the Five Hutches, trafficked in hookers. You know. Because they screw like rabbits.
No drugs. Only carrots, lettuce, cabbage - they like vegetables. The fresher, the better. Then, one day, a package arrives. It's a bloody foot on a chain, wrapped in newspaper. "Little Bunny Fufu sleeps with the Easter Eggs," said The Harefather.
Yeah, he got whacked on the head, alright. He got whacked...
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