Them: Are you coming out of there?
Me: No.
Them: Leave the Rabbit alone.
Me: I am.
Them: You're hiding in its fur.
Me: I'm not hiding, you know exactly where I am.
Them: Don't make us get the thing.
Me: I'm not coming out, and you can't make me.
Them: Get the thing.
Me: *grabs rabbit teet and racks it like a shotgun*