They tried hard to censor the pictures.
It was one of many perfect metaphors for Jimmy’s dumpster fire of an administration.
That’s no ordinary rabbit.....
TIM: There he is!
ARTHUR: Where?
TIM: There!
ARTHUR: What, behind the rabbit?
TIM: It is the rabbit.
ARTHUR: You silly sod!
TIM: What?
ARTHUR: You got us all worked up!
TIM: Well, that’s no ordinary rabbit!
ARTHUR: Ohh.
TIM: That’s the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
ROBIN: You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared!
TIM: Look, that rabbit’s got a vicious streak a mile wide! It’s a killer!
GALAHAD: Get stuffed!
TIM: He’ll do you up a treat, mate.
GALAHAD: Oh, yeah?
ROBIN: You mangy Scots git!
TIM: I’m warning you!
ROBIN: What’s he do, nibble your bum?
TIM: He’s got huge, sharp— eh— he can leap about— look at the bones!
ARTHUR: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
BORS: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin’ right up!
TIM: Look!
[squeak]
BORS: Aaaugh!
[dramatic chord]
[clunk]
ARTHUR: Jesus Christ!
TIM: I warned you!
ROBIN: I done it again!
TIM: I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn’t you? Oh, it’s just a harmless little bunny, isn’t it? Well, it’s always the same. I always tell them—
ARTHUR: Oh, shut up!
TIM: Do they listen to me?
ARTHUR: Right!
TIM: Oh, no...
KNIGHTS: Charge!
[squeak squeak squeak]
KNIGHTS: Aaaaugh!, Aaaugh!, etc.
ARTHUR: Run away! Run away!
KNIGHTS: Run away! Run away!...
TIM: Ha ha ha ha! Ha haw haw! Ha! Ha ha!
ARTHUR: Right. How many did we lose?
LANCELOT: Gawain.
GALAHAD: Ector.
ARTHUR: And Bors. That’s five.
GALAHAD: Three, sir.
ARTHUR: Three. Three. And we’d better not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit’s dynamite.
ROBIN: Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?
That being said, the first few days we had it I was trying to get it out from underneath a table and it jumped 3 feet and tried to bite me in the forehead. Thankfully the incisors didn't get any purchase but her teeth definitely hit me in the face.
Sweaty pallid and panting mouth agape
That hurt too
Self inflicted wounds hurt in politics game
“I don’t wantta bunny-wunnnie in my wittle row boat.
In my wittle row boat wiv me.
For bunny might get angwy and gwab me by the thwoat.
In my wittle row boat wiv me!”
Tip-A-Canoe and Mondale too!