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"I won't give up, no I won't give in, 'til I reach the end…" Judy sang at the top of her lungs. "DON'T START AGAIN!" Angry voices sounded from inside the Grand Pangolin Arms apartment.

"Hey, you shut up!"

"No, you shut up!'

"Nooo, YOU shut up!"

"SHUT UP! You hurt her feelings!"

"Oh yeah, well that's because SHE was making noise!"

"Oh yeah, who's making the noise NOW, genius?"

"You are!"

"No, YOU are!"

"Hey, you shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"Are they always like that?" Nick sighed, rolling his eyes as the argument quickly deteriorated into unintelligible screams and moaning, punctuated by the sounds of flying furniture, as well as, oddly, occasional snatches of the TripleDent Gum jingle from a rusty gramophone. "Yep, pretty much." Judy shrugged, grinning. Even in the dim light, she could see, scratch that, hear the smirk in Nick's voice.

"But seriously, Carrots. You suck. At singing." He broke into a cool smile as he leaned on the porch railings. "Seriously?" Judy pouted. "You did not just say that!"

"Sure did, Carrots. For someone with such large ears, you can't really hear very well. Not Chief Bogo, not yourself, and most certainly not me..." He trailed off into fake sobs.

"Well excuuuse me, why don't you try it then, Mr Jerry Vole?" Judy shot back indignantly, paws on her hips.

"Nope."

"You are so going to sing," Judy rubbed her paws together gleefully.

"And you are so going to put one paw in front of the other up these steps and head right home, next to your lovely neighbours, the Onyx-Antlersons. Just like the good bunny you are." Nick got up, preparing to leave.

"No! Come on, Nick, I want to hear you sing!" Judy leapt forward, tugging at his sleeve. A plaintive note crept into her voice. Her ears drooped, her nose twitched, her violet eyes grew even larger and rounder. Nick gulped. "Oh boy, here it comes," he thought.

"Please?" she begged.

He sighed. "You know I can't resist you whenever you make that face, right?" Judy nodded eagerly. "Judy, how many times must I explain rhetorical questions to you?"

She giggled. "Stop stalling and sing already!"

"Hey, hey, hey, you don't want to wake the neighbours up again. Sheesh, you bunnies, so impatient…" He cleared his throat. "Ahem…" He took a deep breath.

"I won't give up, no I won't give in, 'til I reach the end… bzzt … I won't give up, no I won't give in, 'til I reach the end… bzzt … I won't give up, no I won't give in, 'til I reach the end… bzzt … "

"WHAT?" Judy shrieked in horror. Firstly, Nick had recorded her awful singing. Secondly, her awful singing. Nick chuckled, pocketing the carrot pen. "Y'know, Carrots, I had to erase that 'I'm just a dumb bunny' clip. But this, this is much better than that, don't you think?"

"But… but… but…" she stammered.

"Yep, it's called a hustle, sweetheart." He winked, sauntering up the steps of the bus that had just pulled up. "Text you later, Carrots!"

Judy watched as the bus pulled away and disappeared around the corner. Already her mind was teeming with plots on taking back that dratted pen. Perhaps tomorrow, at work. She shook her head, sighing as she trudged up the steps to her flat. But even as she relived the abject humiliation of the last 1 minute and 42 seconds, she couldn't stop the silly smile spreading slowly over her face. She reached into her pocket to dig out her phone and keys.

"Huh. One new notification: Nick." Swiping right, she read the message: "Nites."

"Sleep well!" she quickly replied.

Oh, Nick.