Slothrop: Last night, Slothy received a call in the middle of pitch-black night, as black as the soul of the Ass-Headed monstrosity himself. The noises made on the other line were all sorts of hees and haws, intertwined, carefully, in deliberate calibrated intervals, with murderous slander against bunnies and books about bunnies. Slothy was unable to fall asleep afterwards, what with the knowledge of such an envious disgusting beast rampaging all over Dallas bearing cruelly on his mind (and Dallas is, alas, only 200 miles North of Slothrop's abode, so given a windy day who knows what kind of evil flotsam might blow in). And so, brave friends, Slothy must likewise make the executive decision to kick the Ass-Head off the title of our humble blog, for it is sullied enough without his name making it even more grotesque. And it shall be replaced with the name of a man much worthier of the titular position than was the Iago-esque Ass-Head. Also, Koko, have you re-read Watership Down since you've gotten your own bunnies? I wonder how differently the book reads after having had direct and intimate contact with rabbits for as long as you have.
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