The Wabbit stood in the path of the snickering Agents of
Rabit and casually took a can of WD-40 from his fur. He tossed it in the air, caught it and began to lubricate his laser gun. "I know what you're thinking." said the Wabbit, glancing up. "Huh?" said the leader of the Agents.
"You're wondering whether I forgot to service my gun," said the Wabbit
quietly. "Huh, uh?" said the leader of the Agents. He turned to his
gang and they all shook their heads. The Wabbit shook his head too. "You're asking yourselves, "is it going to work?"" he drawled
laconically. "Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind
of lost track myself. But being as the oil is WD-40 and this is a Snaser, the
slimiest Laser gun in the whole wide world, you’ll slip and slide your way to
Kingdom Come." The Agents jumped and talked confusingly, then looked back.
"So you've got to ask yourselves one question," continued the
Wabbit. "Do we feel lucky?" The Agents turned to each other
and hesitantly asked themselves if they felt lucky. Some decided
they weren't feeling one bit lucky and decamped from the back. Lapinette smiled
from her vantage point, but kept her automatic trained on the lead Agent. The lead Agent stared menacingly at the Wabbit. "Look behind you," said the Wabbit. "There's no-one left." The Agent glanced behind him and the Wabbit hopped quickly forward and pushed him over the parapet. "Luck," said the Wabbit to the few Agents remaining, "is when preparation meets opportunity."
