Times were tough for small herbivores like yourself, a bunny hybrid. You had to resort to whatever you could find.

Tonight, you were carrying a crate of viles full of illegal snake venom. Toxic to everyone else, but snake hybrids drank it like juice as they couldn't produce it themselves.

You stood patiently by the docs, anxiously waiting until you saw a hooded man approach.

He stood in front of you with his hands in his pockets, quickly glancing you up and down, "That the stuff?"