Rabbit's grin only brightened a bit at that, some hint of stroked ego shining beneath his copper faceplates as the pair moved quickly through the city this time, on their way to the park that they had claimed for their own sometime earlier on a different adventure. "I'm r-real glad ya like it. S'what I was built t' do, so if I sucked, I g-guess I wouldn't have much o' a purpose. Probably b-be dismantled for parts or somethin'." A pause, a turn to the left, away from another crowd of stares.

"What would'ya s-say if I said I was maybe writin' a song or two 'bout you?" Rabbit was the love song guru. Was there every any doubt where he got his best inspiration from?