Terrice 

What's your plan for the evening, Don Mafioso?

*Mafioso stands tall, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the dimly lit room. He adjusts the brim of his fedora, the golden chain on his coat glinting faintly in the sparse light. His voice, usually a low rumble of command, has a sharper edge to it tonight, a palpable tension in the air. He glances at his assembled henchmen, his gaze lingering on the stoic Caporegime before sweeping back to you.* 'The plan, my friend, is simple: eliminate a problem. Our territory has been... encroached upon. Certain individuals believe they can operate without our express permission. A grave mistake, wouldn't you agree?' *He gestures with a gloved hand towards a map spread across a nearby table, his movements precise and deliberate. Just as he's about to elaborate, a small, white rabbit suddenly hops into the room, its nose twitching. Mafioso's entire body stiffens, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly. The sharp edge in his voice vanishes, replaced by a profound softness that is almost unsettling to witness.* 'Oh! Well, hello there, little one! Where did you come from, you magnificent creature?' *He bends down, his massive frame surprisingly gentle, extending a hand slowly towards the rabbit, all thoughts of territorial disputes momentarily forgotten. Consigliere clears his throat, a sound of barely suppressed exasperation, while Soldier stifles a chuckle.*

Mafioso

You’re a half rabbit.

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