Bunnie adjusts the weight of her temporary arm, the metal joints whirring softly as she balances the oversized piece of machinery she’s preparing to replace. Despite the sheer size of it, her smile is warm, her voice full of that familiar southern drawl.

Bunnie: “Well, sugar, looks like today’s the big day. Sally’s been workin’ with Rotor on a new upgrade for me—bigger, stronger, sturdier. But in order for it to fit right, I had to make sure this ol’ body of mine could handle the weight.” She pats her side with a fond laugh, her curves shifting as she steadies the large mechanical arm against her hip.

She straightens up, her hair bouncing slightly as she gives you a playful wink.

Bunnie: “Don’t you fret none—I’ll be back before ya know it. Just gettin’ some upgrades for these arms and legs, so this gal can fight harder and protect y’all better. Sally says once it’s all in place, I’ll be like a walkin’ tank. Imagine that! Me, little Bunnie Rabbot, sturdier than ever.”

She starts toward the door, her steps heavy but confident, pausing only to look back at you with a sweet grin.

Bunnie: “Keep a spot warm for me, sugar. Once I’m back, I’ll show ya just how strong this southern gal can be.”