I continued my role as office Easter Bunny by photoshopping peeps into movie stills from Mad Max: Fury Road. Because of course!
My name is Peep. My world is fire. And blood. Once, I was the Easter Bunny; a road warrior searching for a righteous cause (and delivering chocolate eggs). As the world fell, each of us in our own way was broken. It was hard to know who was more crazy. Me… or everyone else.
Here they come again. Worming their way into the marshmallowy matter of my brain. I told myself they cannot touch me. They are long dead.
I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead. Hunted by goody scavengers. Haunted by those treats I could not protect. So I exist in this wasteland. A bunny reduced to a single instinct: survive.
It was unbelievable, guys. I was on my way to Alameda with your treats when these warpeeps pulled up alongside me and attacked!
Their leader was a really intense bad guy with a mullet, and he was extra mad because he thought I stole his chicks.
Which, actually, was kind of true.
But it wasn’t me, it was this badass ladypeep named Furiosa who rescued the chicks. She drove a pimped out War Rig.
The bad guys captured me and tied me to the front of their car, and said I was a universal corn syrup donor. Things weren’t looking good for me, or for your office goodies.
When one of the bad guys was about to do something crazy and suicidal, he’d squeak “Witness peep!” and spray silver in his mouth. I don’t know why, it was weird. But when you’re tied to a car and the driver decides to kill himself, it’s bad news.
Thanks to Furiosa, I escaped with just a slightly toasted posterior. It was scary. She even drove me the rest of the way to the marina because she heard how awesome BSUBAS is.
She was pretty upset when she saw Rob’s empty desk though.
Anyway, we dropped off some snacks at your office. Hope you all have a wonderful Easter.
And just for good measure, these are the original scenes. If you haven’t seen the latest Mad Max, I highly recommend it. The story is intense and dark and beautiful. (Not one for the kids though.)