Mike raised his gun and squeezed the trigger. A loud explosion echoed throughout the square, and the Ether Bunny turned to look down at what happened. Mortals began to flee in terror as the Ether Bunny ran through the city.

"You can hurt it with that thing?" Justin cried.

"Probably not," Mike admitted. "But I wanted to get his attention."

"Looks like it worked," Alex said, although she sounded none too pleased.

"The reading may be off up to two millignohms," Jackal said, trying to comfort Mike as they all began to run down the street, away from the Ether Bunny and following Mike.

"Yeah, but that's a bit close. Even 54 millignohms means that if the potential is pretty much any higher than you read, he's still at the danger threshold."

"So how do we defeat him?" Justin asked.

"If we could lower his potential or massively increase his resistance, I should be able to defeat him in singular combat."

"How do we do that?" Harper asked, alarmed.

"That's the part I haven't quite figured out yet, admittedly," Mike said.

"What if we drastically reduced his resistance?" Justin said, continuing to run. He took a corner sharply as Mike suddenly changed direction. "Or increased his potential? He'd collapse under his own power."

"Great Scott!" Mike cried. "I think the boy's got it!"

"Not that I don't think that's a great idea, but how do we do that?" Alex asked. Just then, the group ran into a dead end in an alleyway that most of them hadn't even seen. Justin and Alex quickly cast the phasing spell on themselves and Harper, and the three celestials and three humans all went through it.

"To increase his potential, we'd have to get people to think about him," Mike said. "Reducing his resistance would require causing him to vibrate at his resonant frequency."

"I have no idea what that last part means, so let's get people to think about him. It can't be hard, since he's rampaging through town."

"Ahh, the problem is, however, that they don't equate this beast with the Easter Bunny. That is what we need people to think about."

"That seems dumb," Alex said.

"I don't make the rules," Mike replied.

"Well I have an idea!" Alex cried. "I'll just need a paintbrush and a large enough canvas."

Alex took her wand out of her boot as she changed headings.

"Penis!" she called loudly as she held her wand aloft. It turned into a paintbrush.

"Wait, the spell for turning your wand into a magic paintbrush is penis?" Justin asked, confused.

Alex shrugged. "I think it's Latin."

"Yeah," Mike said. "Penis is a Latin word with a few different meanings. Originally it was 'tail', but it came to mean paintbrush and also, the male genitalia. Of course, so did gladius."

"This probably isn't the time for a linguistic history lesson," Jackal called. "We are running from a giant rabbit monster, need I remind you."

Alex raced through the streets, and even the celestials had trouble keeping up with her sudden changes in direction. She stopped underneath a huge billboard with an advertisement for diamonds on it.

"That's a great idea!" Justin cried.

"I know, I did think of it," Alex said, smugly.

She began to climb up to the billboard.

"We're going to have to split up," Alex said calmly down below to Justin as she climbed.

"What?" Justin cried, panicked. "I thought the whole reason we were doing this was so that God would let us be together."

"Not break up, dumbass. Go in different directions."

Justin frowned. Alex leaned over backwards, holding onto the pole with her legs, and gave Justin a little upside-down kiss.

"I love you," she whispered. Justin smiled and nodded. He knew what he had to do now.

"We have to distract the Ether Bunny while Alex works her magic, pun intended," he declared. He began to run off in a different direction - this time toward the Ether Bunny.

"I know I've known about them dating for a while," Harper said. "But it's kinda uncomfortable to watch them kiss. I guess some of it might have to do with how big a crush I had on Justin, but you know, there's the whole incest thing, too."

"Holy shit," Harold said. "I forgot you were here."

"Yeah, I'm kind of a non-entity. I'm so far out of my element."

Harper and the three celestials wasted no further time chatting and followed Justin on his fool's errand.

A.N.: Man, this is way late to be considered an Easter-themed story still. But on the bright side, I finally broke the writer's block I had regarding this. I feel like I had something else to use, but this works too.

So a question I am never asked is "Say Mike, do you put yourself into your stories?" And the answer would be (if anyone ever did ask it), "Not really." However, I think it's impossible to not put at least a bit of yourself into each of your characters.

In this story (or even this series), you would think that the character I put the most of myself into would be Michael, given that we share a name. However, I think I am more like Harold. We are both extremely low-level lackeys who don't really want to cause any trouble. We want to do our jobs - and do them well - but not really be noticed. We both tolerate actions we disagree with as long as they don't really involve us, though in Harold's case it's because he feels it's not his place to judge them, while for me it's largely apathy.

I wouldn't say I tend to be as informal with superiors as Harold is, but a large part of how he acts toward Michael is because of Michael's own personality.