Never let the truth get in the way of a good story

I had a very strange dream last night that my darling zootyzoot had left me quite jealous when he ran off to become the sidekick of a superhero named 'Armadillo Rabbit.'

"The nerve of him!" I cried. "What kind of a superhero name is 'Armadillo Rabbit' anyway? Besides, all he does is roll around and let bullets bounce off of him! How stupid is that?"

All the while I was watching Armadillo Rabbit on TV, curled up in a hard ball and rolling about while his rabbit ears poked out of the top. What's more is that he seemed to have some control of the direction of the bullets ricocheting off of him, and managed to take out a dozen bank robbers.

As much as I hated to admit it I was impressed. Was still kind of jealous, though. I mean, the little bugger stole my boyfriend so they could fight crime together. Grrr. Didn't anybody stop and think that maybe I wanted to fight crime too?

So I'd spent a great deal of the afternoon musing about what a silly name 'Armadillo Rabbit' is when I realized, how is it any crazier than 'Batman' or 'Spider-Man'? Surely if a cat were to dress up as a bat they'd be 'Bat-Cat' or if a pig dressed up as a spider they'd be 'the Amazing Spider-Pig'! Why can't an anthropomorphized rabbit dress up as an armadillo and become 'Armadillo Rabbit'?

I'm even half considering introducing him into the Shimmer canon.

And Al? No, you may not run off and become his sidekick. I forbid it. The Flaming Admiral I can understand, but that's where I draw the line.