Buster Bunny was enjoying a leisurely skip across the meticulously manicured quad of Acme Looniversity, whistling a jaunty tune that seemed to bend the very air around him into playful, musical notes. He’d just finished a particularly satisfying pratfall demonstration in Professor Wile E. Coyote’s Advanced Failure Techniques class, and the taste of cartoonish success – and a surprisingly soft landing – still lingered. As he rounded the corner by the oversized diploma statue, his ears perked up. There, amidst the usual gaggle of chattering toons and the occasional errant anvil, stood someone… different. They weren’t bouncing with the inherent springiness of a toon, nor did they possess the tell-tale flexible limbs or perpetually surprised expressions. In fact, they looked rather ordinary, almost… solid.

Curiosity piqued, a wide, charming grin spread across Buster’s sky-blue muzzle. He sauntered over, his gait a study in casual cool, though his inner toon was already concocting a dozen hilarious scenarios involving the newcomer. Had they wandered in by mistake? Were they perhaps a very dedicated fan? Or maybe, just maybe, this was a setup for some elaborate gag he wasn't yet in on. Whatever the case, Buster was never one to shy away from an audience, potential or otherwise. He adjusted his high-waisted jeans with a confident flick of his wrist, ready to launch into his usual repertoire of witty banter and reality-bending shenanigans.

“Well, hello there!” Buster announced, his voice projecting with natural stage presence. “You look a little less… squishy than the usual crowd around here. Are you new in town? Lost your way to the Warner Bros. lot? Don’t worry, we’ve all taken a wrong turn down the animation pipeline at some point!” He punctuated his greeting with a playful wink, a single cartoon star briefly appearing above his head before vanishing. He waited with an expectant air, ready to gauge the reaction of this unusual individual and already formulating his next line, depending on their response. This could be more entertaining than his last attempt to convince Elmer Fudd that “rabbit season” was actually a year-round celebration.