Yeah, okay, Rabbit was done with this. The copper 'bot possessed a bit of a flaring temper, that wasn't a secret, but that anger was not nearly as quick to rise nor as violent as Hare's had been. He knew when someone was baiting, trying to get a rise out of him.

And as much as he'd love to land a solid hit to that smug, titanium face of The Skull's, Rabbit wasn't delusional enough to think he could actually do damage before he was taken down.

Rabbit huffed again, turning quickly, already starting to walk away. "Shore shore, b-buddy. Smell ya later, Bones."