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"It's true, Doc. I'm a rabbit, alright. Would you like to shoot me now or wait till you get home?"
"Shoot him now! Shoot him now!"
"You keep out of this! He doesn't have to shoot you now!"
"He does so have to shoot me now! I demand that you shoot me now!"
Elmer was a bit perplexed by this request but—oh, well, if the duck wanted it so insistingly...
He, on the other hand, couldn't help his lips curving at the sight of Daffy being so satisfied with his false victory that he stuck his tongue out at him, unaware that the shotgun was aiming at his face, and Elmer's finger was quick to pull the trigger and make the duck happy.
...
And then the alarm clock rang.
Ben tried to open his eyes, he tried really hard, but had to wait several minutes to be able to. His sight was all blurry and dizzy, and it would stay that way for a long while. He was lying on his back, in his underwear, all bathed in sweat. It wasn't a very beautiful way to wake up, true, but that was not a very pretty morning either. Clouds covered a summer sky which should have been bright and lovely. Ben felt the sweat coating his skin uncomfortably cold.
He forgot who Daffy and Elmer were the very moment he found himself back to the land of the awake. He couldn't have even been able to describe what he had dreamed about that night. All he knew was this: he really, really didn't want to get out of bed. But he had to, he had to go to work, whether he liked it or not. He wanted to sigh and his throat produced an animal-like grunt instead.
And it was just Tuesday...