Laughter sounded, along with coarse jokes, liquid splashing, and glasses clinking. Balls rolled across pool tables, smoke rose from cigarettes and cigars, and heavy metal played in the background. Troublemakers frequented this bar, known for frequent fights breaking out.

A small bunny hopped across the room.

"Hey, I'm gonna fry me some Easter rabbit," someone yelled. "Quick—catch it!"

Men chased it unsuccessfully. A few threw knives, missing.

The bunny whirled unexpectedly, snarling, revealing extra-long incisors. Pouncing right and left, it bit off chunks of flesh, slashed arms and legs, and ripped jugulars.

Blood flowed freely and nobody laughed now.

The end.

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