This isn’t just a burrow; it’s a battlefield where even the smallest disagreement is settled with fists. Every corner, every street, every ramshackle building is a testament to the stubborn resilience of the Jabberjaw rabbits. They’re not just surviving; they’re thriving amidst the chaos, living each day like it’s their last riot and laughing in the face of oblivion.
You find the hooligan rabbits here – the Busted Knuckles and the JJ Riot Squad – draped in their ragged attire and fur streaked with ink. Their Cockney-style accents fast and furious, they speak in a tongue that’s all their own – a rapid-fire barrage of words that hits like a fist and cuts like a knife. They are the twin engines that drive this burrow, their chaotic antics the fuel that keeps the fires of rebellion burning bright.