The warning signs were there, peeps.
IT'S TOO LATE.
::ominous hopping noises::
::ominous foot-scratching-ear sounds::
::followed by more ominous hopping::
Woe, my friends. WOE TO US ALL.
Especially the hot chicks.
They're always the first to go.
The bunnies will come for us!
::sound of a long blade being sharpened::
What's that, you're afraid of clowns?
::sound of too-full balloons being twisted together verrrrrry slowly::
::without breaking eye contacting::
(As a former clown who used to make balloon animals, this one is legit terrifying.)
::loud crunching sounds::
"Pass the Doritos, please."
"Oh, wait, I'm supposed to be scary. Uhhhh... I've got it!
"I ATE ALL THE DORITOS."
::sound of five other murder bunnies face-palming::
But all of that pales in comparison to the ultimate Easter Party Killer...
::long, drawn-out, slightly squeaky farting sound::
"WHAT UP MY BEACHES?"
RIP, Easter dinners. You had a good run... but this one was runnier.
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