Something in Bugsy's heart told him to hop as fast as he could and that is exactly what he did leaving a dust cloud behind him... Bugsy heard a laugh in the distance. He knew he heard that laugh before. Tears rolled down his furry cheeks. Now he remembered...he would look back on this day the tide turned...the day the bunny got his revenge!! (melodramatic music in background Dunn Dun Dun Unt)
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There before him, some way off in the distance, was Sly-Dawg, the virile red fox who was considered the main man in that mannor. Sly-Dawg hasn't spotted him yet, he was drapped in gold chain and slick threads, having made a fortune pimping out the warrens hottest bunnies. The corner of Bugsy's mouth twitched as his face lit up with a cunning smile, a plan of action was taking shape....
Sly dog had not always been a pimp. Their was a time when he was simply Sylvester. A young fox with all of the world open to him,…he was not just sly he was “a genius a child prodigy”; he had thoughts and ideas beyond comprehension.
Then that horrible day. The day Sly lost his ear, the day his Sylvester’s cousin was killed. Bugsy promised never to reveal the secret. In exchange…a promise.
Today was the day this debt, Sly’s “sol promise”, was cashed in….
Lithpit has seduced Sly-dawg's sister Slynkie who was a very attractive, he had enticed her with flattery and with the spoils of his badness. She was compelled by Lithpit's virility, seeing him as very strong and dominant. Lithpit infused her with unbridaled longing......
Meanwhile, the bunny elders had revived Shuga, but the snare had left her bunny vocal cords damaged and she found herself unable to speak. Also lacking an opposable thumb, she could not write that Bugsy hadn't tried to kill her, he had tried to save her! She watched in groggy horror as the bunny elders pronounced a decree that Bugsy must be captured at all costs.
So, Shuga eagerly continued to quest for Bugsy, only to find Bugsy trapped in a hunters snare, tragically twitching, and bleeding profusely from the ears and mouth, gasping for air. This wouldn't be the first time Bugsy would become lost, for Bugsy is known for habitually traveling along the "path where shadows lurk" to glutinously devour sweet red clovers.
... They say that knowledge is free, and to truly acquire wisdom always comes with a price... Well then,... That will be $10, please!