“WHAT ARE YOU lookin’ at?” says the big man. He fixes an unflinching “wanna fight?” glare on Tomaso. Tomaso wants to say: “A six-foot-four dude in a full body pink bunny suit.” But, he knows it is a rhetorical inquiry. As he looks down, the sight of overstuffed rabbit feet breaks his sangfroid. Tomaso is laughing as a padded roundhouse punch contacts his left ear. “Great! Ass kicked by the Easter Bunny!” he chuckles.

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