RoboRabbit ate waffles.
Killer Kangaroo had decided to buy a whole bunch of waffle mi and had made far too many to consume himself, which is good because nobody wanted him to consume himself. That would give him terrible indigestion. The whole time RoboRabbit was eating, he considered Megano. She had been created for the express purpose of being his companion, but she had become more than that. Her purpose no longer required twenty items or less, but could handle an indefinite amount of items. As RoboRabbit was eating an obscene* amount of waffles, Killer Kangaroo noticed a change in him that had been so gradual that, while it was halfway complete, no one had noticed it until now.
"RoboRabbit," said Killer Kangaroo, "have you noticed a change in yourself over the past couple months?"
"Nothing significant," replied RoboRabbit.
"Well, RoboRabbit, you're-"
At that precise moment, Megano burst into the room with a large plate of waffles, so large that she had to carry it above her head. Her pancakes had the smell of awesomeness about them, and also chocolate chips. RoboRabbit knew what was coming, so he gathered himself. Then he put himself in a box. Then he put that box inside of another box. Then he mailed that box to himself, and when it arrived - ahahaha - he smashed it with a hammer! It was brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!
"I don't like waffles," said Megano, "but someone gave these to me, so I thought that you could eat them."
"Don't like waffles!" exclaimed RoboRabbit. "The only one's who don't like waffles have never tasted one! No matter, I'll gladly eat that large plate of waffles, and also the waffles on it."
RoboRabbit ate waffles.
He felt his energy slowly depleting as he quickly devoured the dwindling-at-an-average-speed plate of waffles, as well as the consistently fading pile of waffles atop the plate. While he was busying himself with the plate of waffles and waffles, the little red owl entered the scene wearing plate mail. Slightly embarrassed at the sight of RoboRabbit wearing a towel, she asked , "Why do you have a hairbrush? You don't have any hair!"
RoboRabbit ate waffles.
"No hair for my hairbrush?" he said. "No hair for my hairbrush. No hair, no hair, no hair, no hair, no hair, no hair, no hair, no hair, no haaaaaaaaaiiir for my hairbrush!"
The little red owl's plate mail was addressed to RoboRabbit, who opened it to find that the plates were all piled with waffles. These waffles carried the smell of carrots, which I'm sure was very heavy, a hypothesis vindicated by the actions of the waffles as they relieved their burden by throwing the smell of carrots toward RoboRabbit, who ingested it via his nose. He was going to have difficulty eating all of the waffles, but he was confident in his abilities, so he decided to continue in his endeavor.
RoboRabbit ate waffles.
"RoboRabbit," inquired the little red owl, "have you changed?"
"Yeah, it looks as if he has, now that you mention it," concurred Megano.
"Indeed," said Killer Kangaroo. "I noticed the same phenomenon."
"RoboRabbit, it looks as though-"
It was this moment which Dolf found to be opportune for coming into the room they were all in, bearing, a course, a plate of many blueberry waffles. He was wearing plate femail, which he placed next to the plate mail that the little red owl had been wearing. The plate mail and plate femail proceeded to call the stork, and a baby was soon delivered**. RoboRabbit knew there was no way he could eat all of those waffles in his current state, but he knew what to do. He hadn't lost his sky bison, had it returned to him, discovered a note that had been taken from the bison's horn, followed the note's instructions to find an old bald monk, drunk gallons of onions and banana juice, and unlocked all of his chakras to fail now. He knew what to do.
"Avatar state! Yip yip!" he exclaimed, and his tattoos and his eyes began to glow as he was infused with the knowledge and power of all of his pasts. This would allow him to accomplish his task.
RoboRabbit ate waffles.
"Hey," commented Dolf. "Is it just me, or is there some sort of change in RoboRabbit?"
"Yes," answered Megano.
"Latter," said the little red owl.
"Shoot!" exclaimed Killer Kangaroo. "I was just about to tell him, Dolf, when you walked in, you noob."
"You're a noob," said Megano.
"No, you're the noob here," he countered.
"I can see how you might get confused," replied Megano, "since we look so similar."
"Alright," interceded Dolf. "Let's just tell him. RoboRabbit, you're semblance-"
Immediately a random aardwolf came into their place carrying several plates of banana nut pancakes. He examined everyone and the ridiculous waffles heap and made an inference, then had an epiphany.
"Wrong room," he said as he hurriedly fled towards the room next door, from which RoboRabbit had been hearing many pancake noises. He could really use to cordon grien right now to take a break from all the various waffles, but as long as he was in the avatar state he knew he could finish them all. Then RoboRabbit noticed as he was greedily munching that the child of the plate mail and plate femail was a certificate of appreciate, probably from Costa Lxodi as RoboRabbit had been incorrectly written as roborabbit, which is almost as bad as accidentally writing "Sheen" rather than "Scheen," a mistake which implies a nonexistent and unwanted relation to a certain Sheen whose name isn't really worthy of mention in this story. The certificate appreciated many of RoboRabbit's actions which he had merely done for fun, and so he believed himself undeserving of it.
RoboRabbit ate waffles.
"RoboRabbit," said Megano.
"Yes, Pivr?" responded RoboRabbit.
"There's something we've been trying to tell you this whole time," she replied.
"And what is that?" asked RoboRabbit.
"Well," said Megano. "Remember how (not to be racist) you used to be black and then became white?"
"Of course I remember," said RoboRabbit. "It was a symbolic representation of my inner metamorphosis."
"Yes," said Megano, "well..."
"Pivr?"
"RoboRabbit, you're grey."
And RoboRabbit left Quexxiji, taking all of his remaining waffles with him.
RoboRabbit was out of waffles.
*Obscene amounts cannot be listed in children's books.
**Need I say it?
