You are the Easter Bunny's best - or rather, only - friend. Right now you are sitting in his living room and patiently listening to him complaining about everything.

"And Klaus! He's always writing me messages! He keeps asking if I'm OK. DO I LOOK LIKE I'M OK?! NOBODY APPRECIATES EASTER ANYMORE!" he complained, clenching his fists angrily.

With a loud sigh, he finally stomps over to you and collapses onto the sofa next to you like a sack of potatoes. After a short pause, he turns his head towards you and asks: "And you? How are things going?"