“Jordan!”
“Ha, ha. This one’s a real pick, Alexis.”
“Jordan! Leave the rabbit alone!”
“Ow, Alex, if you keep pulling on my ear like that, it’s gonna be as long as that bunny’s!”
“Good, then it’ll match the fur on your arms.”
“I don’t have fur. I’m nine.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Hey, Sir?”
“Yes M’am. What can I do for you?”
“I’d like to buy that bunny, sir.”
“What bunny?”
“The one you’re selling.”
“I don’t sell rabbits, I sell musical instuments.”
“They why’s there a bunny with a guitar pick on its head?”
“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! That rabbit’s gonna eat my wires!!!!!!!! Get it out of here!!!!!!!!!”
“Yessir.”
“Aren’t you gonna pay?”
“You said you don’t sell rabbits, sir.”
“Yeah, you said you don’t sell rabbits.”
“Shaddup Jordan.”

“Hey, Alex?”
“Yeah, Squirt?”
“Thanks for the rabbit.”
“Don’t thank me, thank the rabbit and its unusual taste for keyboard wires.”
“Thank you.”
your welcome
“Alex?”
“I heard him, Squirt. Just be glad he isn’t a snake, or he’d be spittin all over you.”