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They're watching me. I don't know who they are, or who they work for, only that in a town like this, any pair of baby blues can be bought for whiskey, coin or a pretty dame with blonde fur and the scent of lilac behind her ears. Their cruel, watchful eyes are like the diamond sparkle of a thousand icy stars, gleaming from the shadows of dark alleyways and from behind bar-shuttered apartment windows, and all I can think is, "Fluffy, why didn't you take that case in Macau? You could be on a beach right now, sipping carrot rum from a sugared tumbler instead of dodging bullets behind a pair of dented garbage cans. You'll never learn, will you, Fluffy? This case will be the end of me, I can feel it..."
Category Photography / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 1200 x 921px
File Size 273.6 kB
Bunny rabbit business is serious business. There are a million ways to end up dead in the cold, gray alleyways of the city, and only your wits stand between the paycheck you were promised and a one-way ticket to the inky black bottom of the harbor. Oh, curse that irresistible dame and her lilac-scented ears...
They need to know who they're dealing with. Sure, I may be a patsy, just another backwater chump with a "rabbit-kick me" sign on my back, but if I'm going down it's gonna cost them dearly. Their precious t-shirt is gonna be ribbons by the time I'm through with it, just wait and see.
Lettuce? Get me to the shipping warehouse on Bradshaw and I'll show you a thousand crates of the stuff, all crisp and green and sweet, just begging to be nibbled by the ivory incisors of the privileged and the upper crust. They'll never share it with the likes of me, of course, but then I never took this case expecting anything other than a one-way ticket to Palookaville...
"Lunatic Red Eyes", that was the name of the speakeasy band I played in back in the day. Those were good times, just me and the boys and happy nights full of hothouse jazz, pretty young things with long silky ears and endless shots of cabbage bourbon. Things are different now that the band's moved on to Albany Park and the locals here answer to a big buck bunny with a cloudy blue eye named Cinderella Cage...
These two flat furry snowshoes may have kept me out of the service, but I'm here to tell you, a swift, well-aimed bunny kick can mean the difference between solving a case and ending up ears-down in the Potomac. I've come to think of them as my secret weapons. "Thumper," I call the left one, and the right one goes by "The Black Rabbit of Inlè". Whappity-whap!
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