[Achoo disappears in a swirl of pink and reappears in the Word Of Bunny HQ. Two bored bunnies wearing pink berets just wave him into the audience chamber, where HE awaits.]
Achoo: My master. *wheeze*
HIM: What's up doc?
Achoo: I tried to spread the word of sugary goodness to the *wheeze* halls of CBT, but there was one who resisted.....violently. *wheeze*
HIM: Who was the guy?
Achoo: Wrangler *wheeze*
HIM: Is he a nincowpoop? Is he an ultramaroon?
Achoo: About as maroon as they come, my master. *wheeze*
HIM: What's the matter with your voice
Achoo: *wheeze* I have a cold. *wheeze*
HIM: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww, keep that to yourself there doc.
Achoo: *wheeze* I will try. What are we to do about Wrangler? *wheeze*
HIM: Don't worry about that. This little grey wabbit has a plan on how to wrangle that varmint. Go home and take care of your cold.
Achoo: *wheeze* As you wish my master. *wheeze* *wheeze* ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
HIM: Gesundheit!
Achoo: Tank you.
[So it is that on Easter Sunday the lucky chosen members of those who post on CBT are visited by Easter Bunnies that leave eggs, candy and bottles of Irish whiskey. Except for Wrangler, who is visited by a pack of Easter Monkeys that yell harshly and throw lots of brown things at Wrangler. None of that they throw is chocolate. And no booze for poopy head Wrangler.]
Thus ends this years Easter Word Of Bunny programming. We now return you to your regularly scheduled sorta normalish CBT programing, already in progress. Happy Easter.