(I can never remember if I'm in the 'Tavern or not, but I'll just assume I am)



The weird purple rabbit who liked playing Tarzan was buried. He had just gotten out from under a large pile of rubble, when a almost as large table had been plonked on top of him, without anyone noticing. Struggling to extricate himself from the illustrious piece of furniture, he sucessfully kicked Cobra with his foot. Accidentally, of course, but she still banned him from throwing bombs at world champions of ice eating.



Ducky, being of a slightly lower rank and thus more apt to helping "people", err, "rabbits", well.... "beings", removed the table from the rabbit with the skill of one who had had to rescue people often. After being safely rescued, the non-known named one quickly figured out what had happened by using the "back" button to read the previous posts. After stealing borrowing a few necessary items (Toothpaste, rifles, food, Mickey Mouse watches) from Beau's semi-collaped store, the one whose name was not yet known was correctly outfitted for braving the unknown dish washer. As there were no dish washers around, let alone unknown ones, he had to do with collecting odd stones from the other side of Carrotus. It was pretty good for a second choice.