The friends emerged from the tunnel to find themselves in the woods, directly opposite the back of Ledger's house. "Good grief, Wabbit, what the devil are
these?" hissed Skratch. The Wabbit's normally cheerful demeanour dropped, to be replaced by a look of horror. "They're Sharpies," he
whispered, "don't let them see us." "I've never heard of
them," said Lapinette. "They're supposed to be a legend," replied
the Wabbit, "but clearly that's a myth." "What's their raison d’être?"
asked Lapinette. "Slicing and dicing," said the Wabbit gravely.
"They reduce everything to shavings." "What can they want with
us?" asked Skratch. The Wabbit whispered at length. "The legend tells
that they only respond to great evil, which they cannot resist. They dissect
victims with their many blades in the service of evil." "The
companions of evil,” murmured Lapinette. "Exactly," said the Wabbit,
"but who are their companions?" "Could be anyone, really," shrugged Lapinette. The Wabbit nodded sadly but Ledger nudged him and pointed to the balcony. "Something's happening," he said.
"How do you know?" asked Skratch. "I know my wife," said
Ledger. And as they looked, the sharp crack of an automatic turned all into confusion ...
