So it's come to this. Our latest-ever friends-only episode ever -- sorry! -- has us hopping more than a man making IPAs and hoping you'll prick up your ears and enjoy our happiest, gothiest piece of work to date. Flopsy's got dropsy, Mopsy's gone to Poughkeepsie, and Cottontail, well, it's just best not to ask what happened to ol' Cottontail. Anyway, pull the door shut against the storm that rages outside and thrill to the chilling horripilation in this harrowing narrative of a nightmare creature slipping through evening gloom to suck your ... food.