I take a train track, an octopus, some matches, a paper airplane, a wax replica of Stalin and a plastic dog toy, and somehow, through demonic intervetion, my Unspeakable Rude Golderg machine goes on its way, while the rabbit is transfixed by the eerie life-like quality of the Stalin replica, until the octopus falls on the rabbit and eats it, puking out its skeletal system.
New Weapon: a concrete hamster