in the marketplace, homunculus hiding in my satchel, peeps out, looks around. it squeaks ‘MYTHIC FAPS’ right as a nearby dwarf cleric bends over to pick up her shield. i instantly swing my satchel into the sharp corner of the nearest stone wall, not stopping until it goes red
In my mind bunnies only think in stock stealth game voice lines from patrolling enemies. "What was that?" "Just checking this out!" "Must have been the wind..." stuff of that nature.