Mr. Fox and Rabbit - Part 10(a)

“Succulent… Tasteee…. Protein… mining….”
“Oy? What… what are you doing?”
“Yes, very refreshing.” Rabbit examined his reflection in the fishbowl. “Handsome as ever!”
“…Succulent…. Tasteeeeee….. Mmmhmmm…..”
“Aaaaaaaaaaa…………..”
Rabbit issued a manic grin, stamped with his signature ‘frothy’ drool. “I sense Perfectly Frank shall not be moping about OOYMcWittty much anymore.”
Mr. Fox nodded sagely. “You are a creature of Evil, Sire.”
“Toad was right, though. I need to get laid.”
“I believe young Master Frank was referring to the concept of holding hands and caressing and composing poetry with OOYMFETAI...”
“Toad is dead. I want to talk about Veronica’s legs.”
“Uhm... Who is Veronica?”
“Some woman who works at the bookstore. By God! It would be like climbing a mountain. Legs that seem excessively long for someone in her early twenties.”
“You are only 3.”
“I am a rabbit. I am practically middle aged.”
“You are only 1.9 feet long.”
“That’s true. But most women freak out even with that.”
“Uhm... I mean height, not length.”
“Hey, call me Tripod Jimmy. So where is Dr. Bear?”
Just then (isn’t that just a corker! So goddamned convenient that of all the fucking creatures of the Forest the BEAR comes sauntering in. Is this a coincidence? Hell no. This is WRITING.) Dr. Bear comes sauntering in. His eyes are locked on a set of blood soaked pictures.
“So... byoootiful...” A fat globule of drool fell onto the honey-ash stained floor. “So... Byootiful...”
Rabbit snatched the pictures from Dr. Bear’s weak grip.
“Holy shit, this chick is totally hot. No wonder Toad lost his mind.”
“I really don’t think you should be looking at them like that, Rabbit. Dr. Bear is starting to get mad.”
Dr. Bear was indeed becoming alarmingly red in the face. Thick cords of muscle bulged about his neck as he prepared to annihilate the small shrew. He breathed madness and anger! “Gimme back... Gimme!!!”
Mr. Fox caught a glimpse of the picture as well. “Good god. Good god. Maybe there is a phone number in Toad’s clothes?”
Mr. Fox and Rabbit stared at one another for a moment and sprinted out of the tree, with the lumbering shape of Dr. Bear in close pursuit.
“We shall establish the colony here.”
Worker 12321D bowed to Queen Heather as she crossed the great Sea of Charred Honey Flavored Ash.
In the excited, high squeal required by law, worker 12321D responded. “By your command!”
“Tell Worker 1221A to bring me a bottle of malt liquor and my compact.”
“By your command!”
“And stop saying that.”
“Pursuant to your command!”
“Why... why do I even bother?”