Imagine being so useless that when you finally find an island paradise to rule over, all you do is become a larger, fatter, slower, uglier, dumber version of yourself with reduced eyesight and scent, that eventually gets outcompeted by fake goats.
What kind of evidence can you provide to prove the existence of cult, I mean, the existence of a lovely bunny goddess fluffier than the first snow, and pure as a moon?
Imagine being so useless that when you finally find an island paradise to rule over, all you do is become a larger, fatter, dumber version of yourself with reduced eyesight and scent, that eventually gets outcompeted by fake goats.
And what are yoou doing here on the defense side? - you were literally a Chobro in the Conejo Blanco-cult. You should be sitting there right beside Pot Goblin and be held responsible of what you did!
As long as you praise the moon, we might consider accepting hares.... they are adept in surviving the arctic cold, and us bunnies could learn from them!
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