Have you ever wondered why our parents have to pretend to be the Easter Bunny?

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Vergil awoke to the sound of a gunshot it the room next to him. He looked at the alarm clock beside his bed, 12:46. What the fuck is my trigger happy twin shooting at the middle of the frikin’ night? He got out of bed and walked to his brother’s room. Can’t wait till I can afford to move out.

He arrived to his brother’s room and entered without being bothers to knock. The rooms was covered in old pizza boxed, CD’s, PlayStation games, dirty clothes, and What the fuck? Chocolate eggs? Why would my brother have chocolate eggs in his room? I thought we’d polished them all off already.

That’s when he noticed it. A giant, headless bunny slumped next to Dante’s TV. “Shit, you just killed the Easter Bunny”