Egghead

In the meadow located somewhere in the middle of Bulgaria, there is a food truck. A food truck run by a purple bunny.

"It's Easter, ya sluts. Come up n' get eggs," the bunny growled.

The bunny looked like a worn out bunny suit, even featuring a zipper on the back. But NOBODY was to mention it or touch it.

"Ey, it's the customers. Da fuck you want?" Bunny snarled as 3 men appeared.

The men all smiled and clasped their hands together. "Eggs. We have been told that if you strike a coconut tree with an ax, eggs will come out," one stated.

"Then piss off to Hawaii! This is the middle of Bulgaria!"

"We request eggs! Eggs for Easter. See, I am a priest, and this is the pope," one man smiled as he gestured to one of the other men.

"And the third?"

"Rabbi," the third man smiled as he held up two giant crackers.

"Uh, I'm a rabbit not a rab-eye."

"Pay him no heed. He is not with us. Great Easter bunny, we want your eggs. Your eggs so that we may hold an Easter egg hunt," the priest beamed.

"Well too bad, cuz these are fresh and take-out only," Bunny snarled as he popped open a plastic egg and threw it on the grill.

"That kosher for Passover?" the rabbi asked.

"No, it's fucking plastic."

"But the pope needs eggs, not plastic," the priest argued.

"Too bad, Easter eggs are all plastic."

The pope approached the sizzling plastic and slammed his face into it, sending the priest into a freakout. Despite the fact that the pope's body jittered and jolted, not a sound escaped his lips.

"KILLER RABBIT! KILLER RABBIT!" the priest cried as he whipped out a holy hand grenade.

"This dumbass slammed his face into it!"

"HE WAS BEWITCHED! BEWITCHED!"

"Must've been a lousy pope if all it took was melting plastic to sway him."

The pope then sprung back up, melted plastic clinging to his face as he continued to jitter and jolt. "LE- LE- LE- LE- LE- LE- LEROOOOOOYYYYYY JENKINNNNSSSSSS!"

Boom!

"NOOOOOOO!" the priest cried as sparks and steam burst from the pope, revealing him to be a robot.

"He's not even real."

"It's 2026! We can have a robot pope!" the priest stammered as he hugged the robot pope.

I'm a robot too," the rabbi smiled as he popped off his robotic hand.

"And you?" Bunny grumbled.

"I'm an AI priest, not a robot," the priest trembled.

"The shit I've been inhaling. That's it. Shop's closed."

...

A Bulgarian farmer lounging in a lawn chair next to a puddle of burning plastic jolted out of his seat. "Fucking plastic. Made me dream up some weird shit," he grumbled as he tossed a bucket of water on the burning plastic.

"Where are the Easter eggs," a guy asked.

"Scrambled," the farmer grumbled as he stared down at the puddle of melted plastic.

"I'll just paint some chicken eggs," the man sighed.

[End]