Buster walks into the room, a look of calm anger on his face.

"Somebunny here said somethin' 'bout my girl Jill..."

All the bunnies begin to shake...who would dare do such a thing?

"I'm not leavin' till I find out who the varmit is, and punish him good."

One bunny near the center of the room begins to sweat as Buster stares at him.

"Was it-"

"AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME BUSTER! I'M SORRY! PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOO!"

"Stop your (//) crying, Executor, I ain't gonna hurt ya."

"Oh thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"But my fist might."

*KA-POWEY*

Buster rubs his sore knuckles as he walks out of the room, leaving a bunch of dumb-strucken rabbits staring at Executor, who has been knocked out cold.

"You bunnies remember, NO bunny talks bad 'bout my Jill."

The bunnies all answer as one,

"Oh yes sir Mr. Buster sir, no bunny talks bad about your jill!"

~Buster

Darn right.

Derby: Minor context edit.