It's Mac's turn to scoff, which mutates into a snicker. "Alright, dude, and I'm Abraham Lincoln."
When they were kids, he and Charlie tried to catch the Easter Bunny about a thousand times, lying in wait with flashlights under the couch in Charlie's living room. The year they ambushed Bonnie Kelly and knocked her painstakingly-painted hardboiled eggs to ruin on the floor has to count as one of those transformative incidents that delineates boys from men. One way or another, they learned that rabbits don't lay eggs.
So. Dude wants to call himself the Easter Bunny, that's fine. Mac's withholding acknowledging that title until he gets some candy out of it.
He peeks his head around a corner - no security. "You got ideas of where to go or you want to commit to the roof? I'm Mac, by the way. Not actually Abraham Lincoln."
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When they were kids, he and Charlie tried to catch the Easter Bunny about a thousand times, lying in wait with flashlights under the couch in Charlie's living room. The year they ambushed Bonnie Kelly and knocked her painstakingly-painted hardboiled eggs to ruin on the floor has to count as one of those transformative incidents that delineates boys from men. One way or another, they learned that rabbits don't lay eggs.
So. Dude wants to call himself the Easter Bunny, that's fine. Mac's withholding acknowledging that title until he gets some candy out of it.
He peeks his head around a corner - no security. "You got ideas of where to go or you want to commit to the roof? I'm Mac, by the way. Not actually Abraham Lincoln."