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Thrash, the pink mohawked punk rock Easter bunny, was getting amped for another year of spreading chaos and anticonsumerist Easter cheer. He laced up his spiked leather boots, threw on a tattered black leather vest covered in band patches, and fastened his signature studded collar and bracelet combo.

"All right, time to rage against the Peep establishment!" he shouted, grabbing his basket of eggs decorated with iconic anarchy symbols, circle-As, and anti-capitalist slogans like "Smash the Eggs-ploitation System."

First stop was the annual Easter parade in the big city park. As rosy-cheeked children marched by waving palm fronds, Thrash leapt into the road and started chucking his eggs at their young adult band leader.

"Here are some real eggs, you enterprising hack! Not those chemically-dyed, corporate mind-control spheres!" he yelled as a girl in pigtails watched in disbelief as the band leader got nailed with a green circle-A egg.

"What the...?! You're not the real Easter Bunny!" a kid cried as parents shielded their families.

"Oh, but I am! The REAL Easter Bunny was an anarcho-syndicalist, not some corporate marketing ploy!" Thrash roared, dodging security as he bounded away, flashing anarchy and rock-and-roll hand signs.

Next, he hit the suburban neighborhoods, going door-to-door and leaving pamphlets about resisting commercialized holidays along with his protest eggs.

"Enjoy your egg-sploited chocolate, sheeple! When the Cadbury Cream revolution comes, you'll see the folly of your ways!" was his typical greeting before dashing off down the street, much to the bewildered looks of homeowners.

As dusk fell, Thrash let out a huge belch after demolishing a basket of hard-boiled eggs spray painted with circle-As. His mohawk was drooping, and his eyeliner was smeared from a long day's work of sparking anarchy and confusing the masses.

"Anarchy in every basket! My work here is done... until next year!" he cackled, raising a fist in the air before collapsing in an alley to sleep off his rebellious rampage.

Description
Thrash, the pink mohawked punk rock Easter bunny, was getting amped for another year of spreading chaos and anticonsumerist Easter cheer. He laced up his spiked leather boots, threw on a tattered black leather vest covered in band patches, and fastened his signature studded collar and bracelet combo.

"All right, time to rage against the Peep establishment!" he shouted, grabbing his basket of eggs decorated with iconic anarchy symbols, circle-As, and anti-capitalist slogans like "Smash the Eggs-ploitation System."

First stop was the annual Easter parade in the big city park. As rosy-cheeked children marched by waving palm fronds, Thrash leapt into the road and started chucking his eggs at their young adult band leader.

"Here are some real eggs, you enterprising hack! Not those chemically-dyed, corporate mind-control spheres!" he yelled as a girl in pigtails watched in disbelief as the band leader got nailed with a green circle-A egg.

"What the...?! You're not the real Easter Bunny!" a kid cried as parents shielded their families.

"Oh, but I am! The REAL Easter Bunny was an anarcho-syndicalist, not some corporate marketing ploy!" Thrash roared, dodging security as he bounded away, flashing anarchy and rock-and-roll hand signs.

Next, he hit the suburban neighborhoods, going door-to-door and leaving pamphlets about resisting commercialized holidays along with his protest eggs.

"Enjoy your egg-sploited chocolate, sheeple! When the Cadbury Cream revolution comes, you'll see the folly of your ways!" was his typical greeting before dashing off down the street, much to the bewildered looks of homeowners.

As dusk fell, Thrash let out a huge belch after demolishing a basket of hard-boiled eggs spray painted with circle-As. His mohawk was drooping, and his eyeliner was smeared from a long day's work of sparking anarchy and confusing the masses.

"Anarchy in every basket! My work here is done... until next year!" he cackled, raising a fist in the air before collapsing in an alley to sleep off his rebellious rampage.