I eat the grass, I poop. I poop, the grass grows. The grass grows, I eat it. It's a perfect system, rendering you superfluous.

You know how vineyards have those bird cannons that intermittently fire to keep the feathered ones from eating the crops? Well, I think I need one for my living room. It could be set to go off at odd intervals, with a sufficient variety of sounds, that it would randomly startle the rabbits and thereby prevent them from chewing all my stuff. That way, I might actually be able to get some work done without having to throw myself between my furniture, rug, and walls and their sharp little teeth every 5 seconds.

Good grief.