Fuck You Sun

It's the morning after Bunny's big night out, and he is learning that there is a hefty price tag glued firmly to the base of that swanky bit of revelry. Join him as some details return to the surface of his mind, while others must by necessity remain deeply locked away pending hours of therapy. What did that scamp get up to? Where has he been? And, oh god, is that human hair? Learn some of the answers, shudder at the questions those answers teasingly suggest, and curse that cheeriest of celestial bodies along with our hero.