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I always build a large gulag for them. I cook any who looks at me, to keep morale down for the rest of them.
The only entertainment they get is to watch their cannibal friends' mutilated bodyparts dry out in the sun, as their bones fall to the ground.
When the cannibals tried to rescue them, I knew the truth. Saw it with my own eyes, I did. The rescue-party got slaughtered by my hammer but I lost some bunnies that escaped their broken pens. They must have been some high ranking brass bunnies, for the cannibals to mount such a suicidde mission. The truth is out now, though. They're all guilty. All bunnies. They're running this island.
Burn them! Burn them all! Set their world ablaze and let its weeeping ashes feed the new rising order! My order. Make the forest great again!
It did look like a joke, but I see why you question that humor. ^^
Sometimes humor can be weird.
Yes, it was just a joke in character. Lord of the flies crazy island paranoia, sort of.
Going crazy is the only cool way to survive in the wilderness.