Garret laughs at Kao-Liang. "Do it, and I'll turn you into a cute fuzzy 
vampiric bunny. A *purple* bunny.  With pink polka-dots," he smiles.
     "A royal purple bunny?  Then I shall be King of the Rabbits!  You might 
as well surrender now, y'know," he says pityingly. "After all, the raw 
belief of thousands of kids in the Easter Bunny shall soon grant me power 
beyond the wildest sex.alt* dreams of mages who need to rely solely on 
their own weak minds for beliefs in their paradigms.  I shall obviously 
also Ascend quickly - if reproduction, even at the pathetically slow 
human rates, is the key according to the Verbena, just think of how 
quickly it will occur for someone who can breed like a rabbit!  And the 
Technocracy will also be under my thumb, as the Syndicate shall have to 
grovel to me because I will have a monopoly on dyed eggs, as well as the 
copyrights to Watership Down and Hare Jordan," he rants, his eyes fixed 
on a vision only he can see.
     "The shapeshifters of all shall also bow to my evident superiority - 
after all, only Wyrm-tainted Silver Fangs could pretend that Gaia told 
them her  favorite children were *lupines* instead of *lapines*, much 
less start the War of Rage over it.  And the coming Easter Egg hunts will 
allow me to brainwash, oops" he pauses, then says in an oily voice, 
"demonstrate my manifest superiority to the children of the world.  The 
NWO wishes they had it so good."  He turns and paces away into the 
shadows, caught up in his ideas.  His figure blurs for a moment, then he 
turns and comes back out, still tall and thin, but not as extreme as he 
had been.  His clothes are now completely black, and his features, though 
hidden by dark sunglasses now, are, if less sculptedly beautiful than 
before, also less alien as well, but still looking rather angelic.  In a 
voice that's an exact copy of a certain vampire also in the pub, he 
continues after some totally insane cackles of glee...(Perceptive types 
might notice that the shadow he casts on the wall gradually shifts into a 
monstrous Cthulhoid shape with rabbit ears as he continues)
     "Consider yourself blessed for helping me to achieve the next stage 
in my 
destined evolution.  Soon you will witness the beginnings of a higher 
lifeform, the emergence of a new leader with capability far beyond your 
own, and especially beyond the capability of that pathetic zulo shape the 
Tzimisce delusionally call their," he quotes, his mouth twisted in scorn, 
dark fangs showing, "Sacred form of physical perfection."  Pah!  While 
they spend their time cowering and investigating weakling forms of 
interest only to particularly inane young earth creationists, I shall be 
understanding the raw power of leporid evolution in all its infinite 
variety and transcending it!  *That* is power.  While you remain the 
slave to your limited understanding of magic, I  will have the power of 
raw lapine intelligence.  With my faithful armies of killer rabbits with 
nasty big pointy teeth, my elite corps of bunny pooka diplomats with 
their brilliant ability at discombobulation and befuddlement that the 
rest of the kithain jealously pretend is a frailty, and my legions of 
incredibly powerful, unimaginably evil, and disgustingly cute 
devilbunnies, I shall rule the galaxy!  The Computer of Iteration X has 
already been reprogrammed by my Mentats, and soon cute fluffy HitMarks 
with on-board lucky rabbit feet will be produced!  No one can escape this 
horribly  fluffy doom, for I, as a magna cum laude doctoral graduate of 
Professor Moriarty College's for Evil Geniuses and Criminal Masterminds 
have already duped King Arthur into destroying the only weapon that could 
stop my evil plans for World Domination - the Holy Hand Grenade of Auntie 
Duck!" he adds, working himself up to a delusional near frenzy.
      Suddenly a thought strikes him, and in a far more normal voice, he 
muses, "Of course, I'd have to start calling myself Peter Rabbit and 
hopping down the bunny trail too."  He considers this for a bit longer, 
and with a negligent wave of his hand, his figure blurring back to the 
tall, slender, and impossibly beautiful form of Kao-liang as he drops the 
mask of a thousand faces, "Don't bother yourself - I don't think it's 
worth it after all."
      Garret blinks a few times, stunned into complete speechlessness.