Everynight, a restaurant on the offskirts of an unnamed town leaves fresh jelly on their outdoor tables.

Everynight, juvenile bunnyslimes swarm in from the nearby woods and beeline for the jelly.

They do not possess the mindfulness to notice a powerful chemical rendering them immovable. No, they're forced to stay frozen in place dusk til dawn - a rat trap.

To people, however, this poison is not only edible but also delivers a wonderful Crème Fraîche adventure to the bunnyslime's soon-to-be-corpse. Topped with optional mint leaves and served with two side orders, the all new Unidentified Fucking Thing meal™ is waiting for you.

This is a delightful experience to all who've shaken their fist at bunnyslimes: farmers who find their crops missing, businessmen who slip on slime during rush hour, restaurant staff who abhor shooing out bunnyslimes every single time the dayshift starts - anyone.

So, what are you waiting for? Mosey down to ███████ at ████ S ███ 27, ████, ██ ████. We hope to see you there.