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The cops arrived soon after the accidental shooting of the Jehova's Witness. I thought I might get off light, it being an accident and all, but as soon as I said, "I thought he was the Gnome!" they called the men in white.
The crazy catchers arrived in record time. Tell them there's a loon with a double barrel shotgun ranting about a Gnome in an Easter Bunny costume, and they'll come running.

Weird phrase, that. "They come running." I don't know many people that can come walking, let alone running. The knees tend to go weak before the hundred meter dash can be won.

Back on point.

Being Easter, the crazy catchers decided to spiff up their uniforms a bit. One had lavender coveralls on with pastel eggs all over, the other two had bunny tails and ears. And they were after me.
"Sir? We need you to come with us, please."
"What the hell for? It was self defence!"
"Sir...you shot and killed a Jehova's Witness."
"It was an accident, but tell me the bastard didn't have it coming! Here it is, Easter, the Gnome shows up in costume...The swine was spying on me!"
"The Witness or the Gnome?"
"The Gnome, at first, but also the Witness. He had to have seen me standing here yelling at the Gnome!"
"Well, sir, you killed the Witness witness. If there was a Gnome here, in an Easter Bunny costume, no less, well, dead Witnesses can't witness much, can they?"
"You're the crazy fucker here, not me. I tell ya, the Gnome did this to me!"
About that time they pulled out the largest net I have ever seen. Twelve feet long and a large enough net to catch a large man. I knew what was coming.
I ran to the right, swing and a miss.
I ran to the left, swing and a miss.
I made a beeline straight to the smaller catcher with rabbit ears and ganked them from him. Putting them on my head, I became a Skinwalker. The power of the Bunny was mine.
Turns out the only power the Bunny has is the ability to hop. This white boy could jump, but upon seeing the transformation the catchers decided to forgo the net, and they brought out a mallet.
They were going to play Human Whack-a-Mole.
After a few minutes of them trying to clobber me, the cop pulled out his tazer.
"Aw, shit. Don't tase me, bro!"
He fired at that same moment and lit me up like a Christmas tree.
Now, I love electroshock as much as anyone else, but this was a new one for me. Before I could stop myself, I started singing Feed my Frankenstein. Well, I ain't evil, I'm just good lookin'. Start a little fire and baby start cookin'.

Out like a light went I.

(Next stop, the Trial.)

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