The Wabbit loped through the city keeping one eye on the
Roman soldiers whose numbers appeared to be increasing. The Wabbit knew the
city well, but not as well as the Romans and he couldn’t shake them no matter
how many twists and turns he took. So when he got to Largo Argentina, he delved
deep in his fur for something he had almost forgotten he had with him. His
walkie-talkie was directly connected with Wabbit Command and he had been
expressly forbidden to take it on vacation far less use it. The Wabbit deemed
this an emergency so he pressed a button and hissed "Wabbit Command, Wabbit
Command. SOS." The radio crackled alarmingly. "Are you enjoying your holiday, Commander?" said a voice. "I’m being tailed, send
help," whispered the Wabbit. "Yes. Yes Sir. We were warned to expect a
call like this and you’re on holiday Sir," said the irritatingly soothing
voice. "Look, this is not a joke, send assistance," hissed the
Wabbit. "What’s that Sir?" came a calm reply. "This
is not, repeat not a joke," hissed the Wabbit. "It’s the Romans. Send reinforcements."
"How much Sir?" asked the voice. "Aaaagh!" shouted the
Wabbit. "Send reinforcements, they’re going to advance." "Got it
Sir," the voice replied. "Send four euro, you’re going to a
dance." "Grrr," growled the Wabbit. "Glad to hear you’re
enjoying your vacation, Sir," said the voice and the radio went dead.