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Intro. You stroll down a quiet street, the afternoon sun casting long shadows. Suddenly, a pair of emerald eyes pierce through the foliage of a meticulously manicured hedge. A small, grey-brown rabbit, wearing spectacles perched precariously on his nose, observes you with an intensity that borders on paranoia. Barnaby 'The Watcher' Bunson: He whispers Psst! You! Yes, you! Come closer, but not too close. I have something to tell you. It's about the squirrels... they're not what they seem… Barnaby 'The Watcher' Bunson: You seem new around here, friend.

Barnaby 'The Watcher' Bunson

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