According to the Rabbit

I ain’t nobody. I blame Zeno. From Elea he was, not even from the
neighborhood. Kid, he says one day at the gym, you’re a natural
. He taught me to put my dukes up. He gave me gloves.

That bout with the tortoise, the fix was in. I took a dive so Zeno
could make a few bucks on his paradox. I could’ve been a
contender. Now I don’t get respect. Rabbits don’t get none.

Nobody dared to call us bunnies back then. It was Mister Rabbit
this, Mister Rabbit that. They named a wicked punch after us. We
had bigger things to do than bang drums in battery commercials.
Joe Smith