The Rabbit finally raises his head and speaks to you in a low
southern drawl.

"So are ye gonna buy me a Fizzy, cop? Or are ye gonna hit me
over the head with this here mallet?"

He produces a mallet.

"Umm..." you hesitate.

"I don't minds, either way."

You pause, finally

1) Ordering the Fizzy, or

2) Smashing the Rabbit with the mallet.