"Answer the question, damn it. Where are the Easter eggs?"
"Look, Doc, you've got it all wrong. I'm not the Easter Bunny. I'm Bugs Bunny. You know, eater of carrots, annoyer of Elmer and Yosemite Sam, beloved by millions? I don't spend my time delivering Easter eggs. You're looking for some other rabbit. Now why don't you just let me go and we'll forget this ever happened?"
"Shut up and answer the question!"
"How am I supposed to answer a question when you're telling me to shut up? I knew I should have taken a left turn at Kansas City."
"What's this about Kansas City? Is that where the eggs are hidden? Tell me! Tell me!!!"
"Doc, you've gotta calm down. Really, you're going to give yourself a heart attack."
"I've had forty seven of those already."
"You remind me of Elmer. Anger management issues, bald... though you don't have a speech impediment."
"Stop distracting me with complete asides! Where are the Easter eggs, or do I start getting nasty?"
"You weren't already being nasty? What a maroon."
"Maroon? What's that? Codeword for destroying the country? Not on my watch!"
"Doc, you seriously need help. I mean padded walls, sedation, and therapists around the clock help."
~ taken from transcripts of an interrogation between Bugs Bunny and Dick Cheney, 2006
Yes, I know. I'm silly.
Well, it's that time of year again. Easter weekend is here, and of course I couldn't let it pass without comment. When you're through here, have a look at our joint blog, where our alter egos carry out more tomfoolery related to the day. We really couldn't resist getting a bit carried away with ourselves, by the way.