Stop...

"Stop, just stop talking for a day," the rabbit said to the voices in her head. "The hand that feeds the mask is all awash in clay."

"Clay, clay you say," the voices replied, "How can one wash in clay?"

"The important part you see, is that it washes at all," said the rabbit, "You cannot be clean without being washed."

"But washing in clay would just make you dirtier, your logic isn't without flaw. And why feed a mask I ask?" The voice queried.

The rabbit hopping along her own way did say, "For it was hungry, do you not get hungry?"

"I do indeed," said the voice, "Now find me some mice brains."

-Zombie Rabbit- (Shudder)