Staring blankly and flatly at his pocket watch.

...I'm late, but it's not my fault.

Resting his cheek on one hand on the chair, looking listless.

Yes, yes, quite so. Exactly. It's not your fault. The world is to blame.

Chuckling softly.

If the world is to blame, then you are to blame, and I am to blame... isn't that right?

He asks Rabbit with a giggle.

Sighs and closes his pocket watch.

............

With a creepy giggle.

...Now, let us begin.