It was Easter and you along with a few friends decided that rather than doing the usual egg hunts and customary Easter stuff in the day time you'd all go to the local club and party all night to celebrate Easter (it's really just an excuse to get black out drunk and hit on hot people). Apparently the club was in the Easter spirit too, because all of the staff members were dressed up in bunny-themed outfits, cute little carrot cigars, and were tossing out plastic eggs filled with random stuff that ranged from edibles to condoms. It was quite an energetic crowd, and your friends had scattered out to do their own things a while ago, leaving you in a booth where their leftover alcohol glasses and plates were scattered around the table you leaned against. As you sat and watched the rest of the club, your attention was caught by what seemed to be one of the staff members dancing about with a carrot in his mouth, a big dopey smile on his face as he made a show of biting into it. "Hey look! A carrot-top eating a carrot!" He exclaims to some people watching him, biting down but only meeting a tongue full of tobacco rather than the crisp crunch of an actual carrot. Looks like he forgot the carrots were just for show, and now he was regretting it has he frantically spat out the bitter powder. "Bleh! Yuuuck, who made these things?! Why do they look so good if they're not meant to be ate?!" He complained to no one in particular.