[A curious green eye pops on-screen, then followed by
something horrendously pink 'n purple. Not quite the bruise-shading, but possibly brain-bruise inducing nonetheless.
That maniacal grin, reminiscent of a certain Cheshire cat. It broadens.
A quick flick of her tail, a yawn.]
So she said - [And at this, a quick falsetto.] "But I don't want to
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Don't you look cute.
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SHUT THE HELL UP
Like hell I have to take that from a... a stupid rabbit!
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Aww, don't be mean. Can't we be friends?
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If the March Hare wishes to be friends, then surely it must be so. For after all, one would not wish to be friends, unless one were wishing to be friends.
And surely the March Hare marches on with the beating of time. That is truth enough for the clock to tick.
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No. No. I did not just-
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