[35] you're standing in my doorway

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[Those in the vicinity of Beaver Street may hear a startled scream.

Dist, you see, had found the box sitting in front of the garage waiting for him. Distressingly, it had air holes in it, and so he'd been rather careful opening it, and for a moment the animal inside had simply looked up at him, blinking blearily in the sudden sunlight.

...And now Dist has a very agitated little rabbit creature latched firmly onto his hand, tiny teeth refusing to be pried off no matter how much he waves his arm.]

What kind of joke is this?! I was supposed to get something useful, not a stupid lab rat! Let go!