I can't begin to tell you how excited I am that the "hopping down the bunny trail" 100 decibel-singing-freaking-dancing Easter bunny toy that Grandma gave us three years ago is still going strong. Why is it that the batteries in TV remotes, smoke detectors, watches, even my car seem to go bad so much quicker than the ones in this long-eared spawn of Satan? I think I just solved the world's energy problems, run everything on the batteries in this S.O.B. I've stayed my hand on executing this smiling blue bastard for years because J Bean loves to dance with him, but his demise may be close at hand. I can't risk Link falling under his spell.