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[bringinghopewithme]

[This isn't the first time there's been a video post on Legion's network made by a rabbit, but it is the first time the rabbit making it is six feet tall, with an accent thick enough to cut with a knoife.]

G'day, mates. I'm the Easter Bunny.

[This would be the place to insert a punchline, if this were a joke. Bunny does not insert one. Actually, by his smug smile, he seems pretty proud of the title.]

I'm gonna need to get down to Earth sooner rather than later. Gettin' dragged out here did away with most've my powers, and I need to get down to a real bush to figure out what I've still got. Who's headed planetside when?

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I'm sorry 1/???

[muroieda]

[That's not a knoife...

Junkrat stares in awed silence at the video. Then, with a breathless mutter, talking to himself:]

The Easter Bunny is an Ozzie?

2/?

[muroieda]

[With more confidence:]

Hooly dooley, the Easter Bunny is an Ozzie.

3/?

[muroieda]

[A quiet beat.]

dun

[muroieda]

[With absolutely no warning, there's a blur of movement--a loud clatter of a wood stool against wood floor--and screaming:]

Roadhog! ROADIE!!! Yer not gonna believe this!!!

[bringinghopewithme]

[AAAAAY and here he was thinking he'd be the only one on the team! Bunny's snickering as he responds.]

Too right I am, mate. No better place to learn how to survive everything than the Never-never. Best continent on the planet.

[HE'D KNOW HE SEES ALL THE OTHERS A LOT.]

[snoutback]

[Not the only one, no.

If Junkrat's sonic shriek had a polar opposite, it must be the rumbling that starts up not long after, like a low crash of thunder that just so happened to form words—full insults even, in this case.

Heavy, trudging bootfalls carry over the man in question, who's rubbing at the only part of his temple not covered by leather. He fills the entire backdrop of the frame, snout craning downward to net him a look at whatever it was that apparently justified breaking the sound barrier.

His massive hand stops what it's doing and drops like a shot opossum.]

Talk some more.

[muroieda]

[Funny story, so do these two.

While Roadhog's surprise is far more muted, Junkrat is practically vibrating out of his skin. The giant smile on his face is completely unyielding, gold teeth gleaming under the light of his workbench setup.]

Huge fans of yers, mate, never thought we'd run across someone like you. [He turns to address his large friend, who has given him ample time to talk while Junkrat, coincidentally, has not.] This place is bloody bonzer, ain't it? Givin' us the chance ta run inta the fair-dinkum Easter Bunny of all things!

[Were you prepared for this, Bunny? Two broken grown men fawning over you?]

OOPS I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG but you guys are the best let's be friends

[bringinghopewithme]

[He wasn't particularly prepared for it. But that doesn't mean it isn't delightful. Two adults with the good will and belief of children? That's sort of sweet.]

Stone the flaming crows, mates, I didn't just stop by for you dags to squiz at.

[His amused tone belies just how adorable he thinks this is.]

I'm the Easter Bunny, I'm from Oz, that's deadset, now which 'a you bloody drongos is fit t'show a rabbit around? I'll pay you in candy.

[snoutback]

[Roadhog quickly raises his hand, nearly pushing Junkrat out of frame in order to do so.

PICK HIM. HE'S YOUR DRONGO. THE LITTLE ONE'LL JUST FORGET WHERE HE'S GOING AND WALTZ YOU OUT AN AIRLOCK.]

Take any lift and hit the button that says OB-D.

[At some point earlier on, Roadhog started squeezing Junkrat's shoulder with the hand that wasn't waving like a kid waiting to be called on in the class room. He slowly lets go of him now, only after glancing back down at the other.] ...'f you wanna look out the window while you wait for us.

[muroieda]

Y--

[He doesn't even get the chance to say anything, being immediately pushed towards the edge of the frame. But it's not the shoving that shuts his trap...

Junkrat gawks at Roadhog's sudden motivation. It's extremely rare for him to get wound up like this, and even rarer when it doesn't involve viscera in some fashion.

And hell if Junkrat was going to try to stop him.]

Yeah! The observation deck. [A beat, before he turns to Roadhog.] Bit more than just a window, mate, it--[He interrupts himself with a wave of his hand.] Yeah nah, I'm not gonna ruin it. Just follow the signs.