Darken the room, Que the symphonic band as I set the stage,
settle the carnivorous audience and open their books
on the slow rotting tables covered in bloody cloths before them,
to the popper but tattered pages, filled with faded lines of twisted words long
forgotten. A twisted tale to tell to the masses basking in their merry darkness.
Blissfully unaware that what there about to witness here tonight is a
true tale, for this is a true tale one that is chilling as a
true tale can be.
So let me tell you the tale of how the only
Zebra Rabbit left in the universe came to be.