Also, I wanna know more about the Agents they put in the bunny suits. Is this, like, a draw straws kind of thing? Do people actually volunteer to be a highly trained Special Protective Agent -- now, that's a mouthful, Tackleberry -- and then, further volunteer to hope to be selected to be put into a bunny suit and dance around the leader of The Free World? Are they armed inside the suit? Or outside? Are they armed inside -and- outside? Duh, of course they are. I bet there's C4 in the ears, too.
Or maybe just the detonators. Anyway, all kidding aside, is being a fucking USSS Agent in a goddam furry bunny suit something that they enjoy (who wouldn't be fuckin' stoked?), or, is it something they loathe doing? "Oh, goddam it, Carl just shot himself in the leg. It was his fucking turn in the bunny suit next week and he fucking well knew it. Carl never shoots himself in the leg by accident. That rotten bastard. He knew I was gonna try out for Mensa again right around then, and this bullshit is the last thing I need. Where did Carl leave his extra bullets? Maybe I can just shoot myself in the dick, that'll piss off his wife too. Oh, I know: I'm gonna call his supervisor and tell him that Carl shot himself in the leg with both (2) hands. That'll show him."
Or, do they just catfish ex-Disney World employees, kidnap their children, strangle their pets, and addict them to smack and force them to do their bidding? I mean, it is Easter, after all. Might as well go whole hog.
