Jason winced. “I might know.” “Then [bleep]ing well tell me, for [bleep]’s sake.” “I can be kind of a prick sometimes.” The rabbit looked at him in disbelief. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?” “It’s not what you wanted to hear, I know.” “Not what I wanted to hear? NOT WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR? You [bleep]ing…” Jason waited through the rabbit’s tirade, an indecipherable series of bleeps interspersed with anatomically implausible threats. Despite the comical nature of it, he didn’t find it funny at all. While he was coming to grips with having created a living thing like some deity of old, the
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