Bunny Fact 27: The Easter Bunny Doesn't Exist

Here we were. Here it all was. It all came down to this little shindig.

It was almost over. I hadn't seen Rhode or anyone from our party for awhile. I was on some street I'd never really been on before, which was sketchy, but it looked nice enough. I was, in fact, in a rich neighbourhood, so I assumed everyone around here had too much money to care to rob me. In fact, I looked like the most homeless person around.

Especially since I was offering eggs to the rich kids.

"Excuse me," I approached a flock of smoking teens who all wore identical white shirts. "Happy Easter and all that. Have an egg."