To his defense, Mac tries. It's a pitiful try, not from lack of effort but from lack of capacity. Trying his hardest he gets only a little more than a foot off the ground.

"No fair, dude, rabbits can't climb." Mac goes towards his second instinct, which is to try and bean Bunny in the face with something and knock him off the pipe. But, as much as Mac wants to get the staplers, this has become something fun, and for the first time since getting here it feels like the tendrils of discomfit and anxiety that accompany each night have receded; he's grinning when he comes back with some sort of clip that attached to the metal ropes of the top of the rig and launches it Bunny's ears.