“Morals?” The cockroach smirked. “What’s that?” He wore an eye patch and carried a laser gun.
“Rules and regulations.” Mrs. Bunny picked a flower and placed it in her basket. “It’s how the game is played.”
“There are rules? Since when?” The cockroach shot a daisy with his laser and petals flew everywhere. “I don’t need no stinkin’ morals.”
“Children know the difference between right and wrong.”
The cockroach swore.
A booming voice sounded, “Send the bug with the eye patch to Mayhem, level M.”
Poof! The cockroach disappeared.
Mrs. Bunny smiled wisely. He thought morals were for the weak.
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