[O, our poor, poor, sacrificial godbuns in our writhing season

We gave our people seeds to sow, we gave our people flowers to grow, 

And yet, it's never enough.

We gave them new discoveries,

New ideas for every single bun aplenty,

But, they always beg for more.

They keep begging, pleading, imploring, begging, begging, begging.

O, please, o please, dear godbuns above, could we trouble you once again? Please, we implore!

Running around in circles, we give, and don't receive.

It's nothing but giving, giving, giving.

Giving, giving, giving, for centuries.

Don't you see?

O, our, poor, poor, sacrificial godbuns

What's a deity to do,

When the needy become needier

We are getting increased pleas

On the daily!

They beg, plead, and they shall receive,

Pray for more, the cycle repeats.

Every single day,

The cycle repeats.

We do not have the power

To answer to everybody.

Don't you see?

We have twenty,

They have over thousands of many!

O, our poor, poor, godbuns sinking and drowning in endless pleas for over many centuries,

What can be done to change this constant system of being the answer for everything?

We may be the divine,

But we are people just like a mere mortal,

Yet we are seen as nothing more than a little whistle to tweet at any give time!

A little statue that should answer all their needs,

We are not as finite as one might think!

We can answer whenever they need,

But we cannot answer to everybody.

We can only do so much,

And yet it's never enough.

Don't you see?

We are nothing more than objects

To our people overstated needs!

O, our poor, poor godbuns crammed into a little box on endless repeat,

What can be done to change this constant system of burning agony?

We may have the ability to assist as we needed,

But, it's time for the fools to gain self sufficiency! 

And, yet the demands increase by the daily!

Why, o why, is this so?

We are at a loss on where to go.

In this season of being turned into toys aplenty,

Change needs to come as soon as possible, please!|

Drip, drip, drip, drip, droop, drooparoo, drippity, drip, drop.

Little droplets plopping down on the window, the bun rubbed his eyes. Huh, what time is it? Oh, it's only the fourth hour? Why did he have to wake up at a time like this? Yawn, dumb weather causing a racket like usual. Why can't he seem to escape that no matter what village he finds himself in? Forget it, not his problem, goodnight world.

Drip, drip, drip, droop, drooparine, droppity, drip, drop.

Eyes shooting open again who knows when, the young adult's jaw dropped open at the sight before him, sea laying beneath him, the vampa let out a scream. What happened? Where did this ocean come from? Oh, no, how could this happen? Floating towards the window, the bun's eyes locked onto the pane in front of him.

Mrrow, mrrow, mrrow, woofie, woof, woof.

Rubbing his eyes, the farmer did a double take. Is he seeing what he thinks he's seeing? Where did all these diacats and pearldogs come from? Sea of droplets hitting the world aplenty, the young adult swam around in circles. Wait, if those were here? Oh no, Oriza is doomed! He needs to hurry and do something!

Mrow, mrow, mrow, woofiie, woof, woof.

Little critters running towards the starry grass fields in the distance, the bun swore the water levels had only gotten higher. Pitter patters gaining momentum further, the bun swam out the door. There's no time, he has to do something, hurry, hurry! Any second now, and Oriza would be in trouble! Malati swimming towards the den as well, his palms shook. Hurry, hurry, time is running out!

Reaching for the knobs, the bun scribbled away at lightning speed. But, everything had begun to become quite crooked. Shaking the device, he shook his head. Who cares how lazy everything looks? There's a death wish out in the open on his hands here, hurry, time is ticking! Robotic voice reading out in a flash, everything shook.

[Malati, we have to hurry! There's diacats and pearldogs outside! We need to eliminate them right now!] A crackling voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Oh, Siorc, you're awake? Didn' 'spect to see ya up yet," Malati said.

Malati locking eyes with the window, the bun's lower eyelid twitched. What does she mean she didn't expect to see him awake? Can't she see what's going on out there? It's raining diacats and pearldogs out there! Does she not know what those monsters can do?! Ah, he needs to bring it to her attention just a little more, quick!

[How can I sleep at a time like this? The water is up to my waist! And, it's raining diacats and pearldogs outside! We have to eliminate them right now! Or else, the big one is going to come! Everyone from Oriza is going to drop like peachflies!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Oh, well, ya ain't gotta worry 'bout nonna that, I'll take care of it," Malati said, voice oddly calm. "Everythin' will be gone by the time ya wake up, promise."

Mrow, mrow, woof, woof, woofie.

Bam, bam. Scrch, scrch.

Little claws becoming friendly with the door, the bun held back the urge to scream. They're right here! They're coming, this is bad! If they slip through the entranceway, every single bun in the surrounding area will be out like a light for days if they're not eliminated. He has to find a gem critter removal pistol fast!

"Looks like there's critters outside my door," Malati said, yawning. "Guess I gotta find the gem critter removal pistol. I reckon I put in the attic."

Bun getting up, the vampa swam around in a circle. How can Malati act like this is a normal middle day of the week activity? She sure was Mild Lop alright. Scrch, scrch, scrch, claw noises coming from the roof, everything froze. Oh, great, they're up there, too. O, dear godbuns above, please remove these noxious beings from the area. But, he swore as he did that, the water levels only rose further.

Click.

"Aight, this will be quick, don't move," Malati said, loading up the magazine.

[Please, let me help you! There's way too many out there.] A crackling voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers. But, a headshake had soon come his way.

"Ya really don't need to do alla that, I'll take cara it." She swam forward as she said such.

Scrch, scrch, scrch, scrccch.

Crackle.

Hole gracing the ceiling, everything spun. Gemmed claws sinking down, the bun shook up a storm. No, they're here! Any second now, and the Diamond of Death will be dropped into Malati's abode! There's no way he can sit around and twiddle his thumbs while she does everything! Not a chance, not happening!

[It's coming! Do you have any more gem critter removal pistols?! If that thing crawls through the roof, you're going to be a goner! Please, you have to understand!] A crackling voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I gotta whole stock of 'em in the attic," Malati said, pointing. "But, ya really ain't gotta worry 'bout this, I got it, trust me."

Mrow! Mrow, mrow!

Diacat sticking its head through the hole up above, the bun made a swim for it. It's coming, it's coming! And, are its teeth dripping? He has to find the attic before it's too late! Swimming off towards the main bedroom, the bun raced off towards the ladder. Ascending upward, the young adult looked every which way. Bright red revolver looking ready to explode locking eyes with him, he hopped towards them.

Mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow!

Kitty with a diamond for a body dancing around in the room, the bun plugged his nose. Ah, no, it released that, it's over, fingers twitching as he placed them over the trigger, he could feel it now. Any second now, and everyone in this village would be a pile of vegetables for weeks on end! What did he do when mama told him how to combat these creatures? Oh, right, shoot, and don't ask questions! Here, goes!

Mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow!

Bullets racing towards the enemy, the young adult's heart had begun to race. Ah, no, did this thing do what he thought it just did? Critter dancing, the woody stench only worsened. It did, oh, no, it did. Nailing the trigger again, the bun broke out into a sweat as screams flew across the wind. It's happening, it's begun, they've released their worst weapon.

Little critter doing a backflip, the bun reached for his earrings. Why won't this thing stay down? Accessory glowing, he tried to remember. What did mama say to do when eliminating these vermin? Oh, right, aim for the ears. He memorized the chant, right? Of course he did. Alrighty, here goes, three, two, one, no ears to speak, no ears to bleed, no ears to spread those killing oils to the buns around me!

Ears down, the creature turned itself upside down, in an instant. Becoming one with the ground, the farmer hopped out the door. Even more buns screaming, the vampa's eyes opened wide. It's begun. Is it too late to stop it? Malati looking ready to wobble into nothingness as well, a familiar set of voices soon kicked in.

"Malati, hurry, please, there's a ton of pearldogs in the well connecting to the river!" Iomra shouted.

"And, you know what'll happen if they hop into the river!" Izzet shouted. "Did you see what they were carrying?!"

"Look, you two, I ain't gonna be able to do errything all at once," Malati said, aiming the pistol. "Can the two of ya handle the well instead?"

"You're the only one who can can shoot them fast enough!" Iomra cried. "You know that!"

"That's right! Do we look like the buns that can get rid of these vermin in under a minute?!" Izzet cried hands waving in the air. "I don't think so!"

"Firsta all, I ain't a vermin killer, that ain't in my job description," Malati said between shots. "And, second, ya'll overestimating me a bit here. I can only do alla that if I use my powers, an' sorry, that's in a cooldown at the moment."

"You used your cleanup array already?! You should have waited!" Izzet cried. They then turned towards Siorc. "You're still here?! Good, quick, we have to hurry to the well! If we don't get rid of the pearldogs now, all the Oriza natives will be drinking rhubarb water for days! Move, move, move!"

Following behind to the best of his ability, the bun's ears were ready to burn. Wait, what did Izzet just say? Oh, no, he said the r word. This is bad! If they drip that stuff into that, it's over. All the lops in this village won't stand again any time soon! Flapping upward, the critters kept piling up. There's even more?! Just how many were coming this way?

"Uh, Izzet! Look above you!" Iomra cried.

"Iomra, we don't have time for this!" Izzet cried. "We have to hurry to the well!"

"Izzet, look above you right now, look at what they're carrying!" He pointed.

Studying the diacats for a moment, a realization washed over the bun. Oh, no, they're carrying those. Something hissing, everything from within had begun to scramble. If those things drop that, this entire region, no, the entire northern block of Lagozora will be charcoal! Large, pitch black metallic cylinder tilting down ever so slowly, the bun tried to race towards it. He can't let that thing drop to the ground and go boom!

"Oh, that, I see," Izzet said, monotone.

"What do you mean you see?!" Iomra cried. "Do you know what's going to happen to us if that thing hits?! Quick, we have to call for Seeboro's godbun right now!"

"Why should we call for Divisee?!" Izzet cried.

"Just do it! Quick!" His voice was shaking.

"Fine! But, you owe me for this, got it?!" Izzet cried. They then clapped their hands together. "O, Divine Seed Bunny watching over us, please, we need you to lend our assistance!"

Blinding light engulfing the area, the vampa's ears twitched. Ah, great, look who it is, Divisee! What is calling him going to do? Wait, wrong question, never mind. Can he really get rid of this weapon of death coming? Maybe he couldn't. No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts! It'll be fine, right, of course it will be.

"One called for me?" Divisee asked. "Please make this quick, Confused Lop, one was in the middle of beauty sleep."

"Divisee, please, get rid of that thing over there!" Izzet shouted. "If it lands, you know what will happen."

"Ah, an essential oil torpedo, one sees," Divisee said. But, the bun swore he could hear him click his tongue. "Very well then, you poor, poor, confused little lop, one shall get rid of that for thee." Wiggling his ears, he let out a chant. "Divine Seed, plant yourself upon the enemy!"

Gigantic seed twice the size of every single bun in the area, the bun flapped backwards. Please, let this get rid of this thing. One wrong move, and everyone in this village, no, everyone for one thousand kilometers is a goner. Large black cylinder disintegrating into nothing, the divine rabbit turned towards Izzet once more.

"It has been eliminated," Divisee said, hands out in front of him. "Now, if you'll excuse one, one has sleep to catch up on. These mortals, one swears." Poof.

Vermin crumbling to nothing in the blink of an eye, the party of three hurried towards the well. One problem may be taken care of, but there's certainly more where that came from! Jumping down the hole, the bun crossed his fingers. Please, only let there be a few of these fiends here and there and not a whole army.

Woof, woof, woof.

Grr, grr, growl, bark, bark!

Stepping back, the vampa shook. Oh, great, they've got a leader with them! This is bad, really bad. What should he do? There's no way he can eliminate them now that the top pearldog is here! No, no, happy thoughts, Siorc, happy thoughts. He can do this, of course he can. He's dealt with these fiends on the farm since childbunhood!

"The leader is here!" Iomra cried, backing up. "Lovely. I bet they already dropped the rhubarbs into the river water!"

"Does the water look orange to you?!" Izzet cried, pointing.

"Well, I guess you're right, but." He looked at the river.

"But, what?!" Izzet's ears jerked as they asked such.

"You know what!" Iomra cried. "Did you forget?!" His legs then glowed. "Forget it, we don't have time for this! We have to send them flying before they drop the rhubarbs!"

Large white sports ball with black hexagons dropping onto the ground, the bun watched as Iomra's legs did all the talking. Little pearldogs twitching on their backsides, the young adult reached for the pistol. Now's his chance to get rid of these monsters once and for all, and the leader, too. Bending his knees, the shots were fired.

But, such had been hardly enough. Leader racing towards their kin, the scary, bright red violet monster of doom had soon been seated in the critter's shiny fangs. Oh, no, there it is. The weapon, the end, the final destination. Any second now, and it would all be over. There's nothing he can do, is there?

Shaking his head, the bun leaped into action. No, it's not over yet! Shots fired one after another, the young adult's earring was sharpened and ready to go. What does he have to do to eliminate the leader again? Oh, right, aim for the mouth! Here goes, one, two, three, and liftoff. Take this, have a very nice bullet breakfast!

Bitter veggie tossed towards him, the bun's eyes opened wide as the creature plopped down the esophagus. World burning, the bun closed his eyes. Goodnight.