"Oh, I don't intend for it to happen again," Sento says airily as he goes to retrieve his rabbit, "I no longer associate with the original stabbing party." Mostly because that jerk's got to be dead by now. He can only hope. "And don't worry about the sample--I'm a professional."

The rabbit just looks perturbed at everything--the bird, the kicking at the bird, the sample. He's got no faith in this not to go hideously wrong, thanks.