Novel Horrors Day Twenty-Nine

I want that horrible movie theater prosecuted for this! They sold the human a giant soda, and even worse, they offered free refills. She is never going to sleep now, and I shudder to think of all of the writing that she's going to accomplish. Our poor neighbors. I hope they've put a new home on their wish list for Santa, because with this amount of encouragement of the rabbits, their current dwellings are doomed. Do you think they'll take it the wrong way when they get up in the morning and find their siding dotted with little post-it notes marking what the bunnies are planning to plant there for next year's garden? With how awake the human seems at the moment, she'll probably be able to get started on Act Two tonight, putting her way ahead of schedule.