The queen let out a high-pitched scream, clearly seeing the same thing that I was. She jerked up the rope that was keeping me attached to the ceiling so that she could once again scream in my face.
"Look, I get that you aren't happy, but it's your own fault," I told her flat out. If she wasn't impressed that my puke managed to make the bunny babies from hell multiply, maybe she should have tried harder to not make me puke.
She hissed at me, her long, yellow teeth out on full display. I was really not as impressed as I probably should have been, but I blamed her for that, too.
The babies under me let out a hissing sound of their own, clearly not happy that their meal was taken away from them. They continued to jump up and down, their own sharp teeth biting at nothing but air in their vain attempt to get to me.
