Corey: Hello Mr. Bunny. Thank you for joining my show.

EB: Thank you. It is not often outside of the Easter season that I am asked to do this kind of thing.

Corey: I have to say that when I was approached about interviewing you I wasn’t thrilled about it.

EB: Why Not?

Corey: We will get to it as part of the interview.

EB: I’m not sure I feel comfortable with that.

Corey: So Mr. Bunny, what is your actual name?

EB: I can’t share that. It is a secret.

Corey: Why, are you in witness protection or something?

EB: No, of course not. It is part of the tradition.

Corey: Just tell me. I have a low viewership. Very few people will ever know.

EB: Sorry, next question.

Corey: Do you go by Easter to your friends?
EB: I said next question.

Corey: You don’t have any friends do you?

EB: Ok, Corey mooove on.

Corey: Do you consider yourself to be an equal to Santa Claus?

EB: Um, what?

Corey: Do you think you are as awesome as Chris?

EB: Ok, I get it, you know Santa’s name.

Corey: Santa doesn’t break in and hide people’s stuff either; he puts in under the tree.

EB: We are different.

Corey: Obviously, you are more of a trickster.

EB: I am not a trickster. I like to send children on an adventure.

Corey: You don’t think it is a tad weird that you sneak into people’s houses and hide their stuff?

EB: I don’t hide their stuff, just the eggs?

Corey: Who bought and colored those eggs? I call that our stuff.

EB: Seriously? Come on man, I’m trying to help the kids have fun.

Corey: By being a jerk? How would you like it if I snuck into your house and hid your crap?

EB: Now my stuff is crap?

Corey: Maybe it is.

EB: Now who is being a jerk?

Santa: I need to butt into this conversation.

Corey: Where on Earth did you come from?

EB: Typical of you to “butt” in, Claus.

Santa: Is that one of your fat jokes, bunny?

Corey: Santa, this is between me and the rabbit. Please let yourself out however you got in.

Corey: Ok, moving on…

Corey: So, where do you live?

EB: Like my name, it is top-secret.

Corey: Oh, my.

Corey:   Do you have helpers?
EB: Unlike your buddy Santa, I go it alone.

Corey: How do you get into people’s houses?

EB: I learned to pick locks at a young age.

Corey: Really???

EB: No, come on. Seriously. I have magic.

Corey: I liked the version of you that was in that movie Rise of the Guardians.

EB: Yeah, a lot of people did. I had been losing some popularity as of late so my team came up with this idea to make me a bit more rugged.

Corey: Your team?

EB: While I work Easter alone, I have people that do some things for me.

Corey:   Let’s take a moment to summarize. Your name is secret, where you live is secret, you mostly work alone, you have “magic” to allow you into people’s homes, and you have people that do things for you.

EB: That sounds about right.
Corey: It does? You don’t think that makes you sound a bit creepy? Not to mention that you wear makeup?

EB: I don’t wear makeup; this is my natural fur tone.

Corey: Creepy

EB: I am not creepy.

Corey: Creeeeeeepyyyyyyy

EB: Stop

Corey: It’s like you are trying to be some sort of creepy super hero.

EB: Ok, STOP! My name is Elliot Smith and I live in a hole below a town called Franklin.

Corey: That sounds made up.

EB: Exactly.

Corey: Seriously is that made up?

EB: Of course you moron, you think this is my first rodeo?   You can’t make me crack.

Corey: HaHaHa, you are one funny rabbit.

EB: Thank you.

Corey: I’m just going to edit this segment out.

EB: Out of what? Talk about weird, this isn’t a studio. It is just you and me talking in a room. This show is made up. I’m done here.

Corey: Thanks for coming in.
EB: Hrmph.