soo, there you are. last night in stockholm, rainy, dark, foggy. you walk through a park at a church. suddenly: movement somewhere, you turn around, scared what it might be: a wolf? an elk? a moose? a danish? your adrenaline is pumping, your vision is blurry.

oh my god, we are all gonna die. its a bunny.

but hey, more movement, behind me. right there, at the graveyard. good sign, right?

goddamn, we are surrounded.

so there we go. swedish bunnies like to hop around on your grave. aint that cute?

oh, is this a fresh soul? no?

well, gotta keep searching for new souls.