It’s a terrible mistake to let the bunnies sit around partially eaten long enough to have such a conversation. Your best bet is to scarf them in one sitting.
Chocolate bunny enjoying a sauna:
Chocolate bunnies are the butt of so many jokes. 
djm
Here’s a chocolate bunny in disguise:
…and chocolate bunny…um…“leavings”:
In honor of this “chocolate bunnies” thread, I’ve been searching for Mexican recipes for mole rabbit. No luck.
Why not adapt a chicken or turkey mole recipe? It’d probably be delicious. Just don’t tell the kids what they’re eating. 
“First we’re going after Bambi! But Thumper’s next! Bwaa-haa-haa!!!”
Hmm. Which is worse: chocolate bunnies and eggs at Easter - or chocolate Santas at Christmas?
“Alferd Packer’s Confectioners - Serving your Holiday Cannibalism needs since 1874!!!” 
I wonder if anyone has ever tried mole mole. Or molasses mole asses.
Friends of mine in college would go on a hunting trip every year. Upon their return, they’d host a “Bambi and Thumper Stew” dinner party.
I first used the line about Bambi and Thumper about 20 years back - a coworker asked me “How can you possibly shoot Bambi?” when she heard me tell a friend I was planning to go deer hunting with my grandfather.
The friend - an avid bowhunter who, apparently, got a pass with her because of his Native American heritage - just about fell over laughing.
I’m a bad, bad, man
There is one thing that is undeniably true:
Good chocolate bunnies are good, and bad chocolate bunnies are really, really bad.
The kind you buy in a box at Giant, with little colored eyes, made by a company whose name starts with P…I think it’s Palmer, or something–
those are bad.*
The kind wrapped in foil, that you buy at Lindt or Godiva–good.
*unless powdery and tasteless is how you like your chocolate.
…you know…I think I just broke the coke/pepsi rule of thumb…let me rephrase:
The ones you buy in a box at Giant, with little colored eyes, and names like “Binky,” will be every bit as tasty if you admire them in their boxes for 10 or 20 years before you eat them.
Ever seen a mole? I’d rather eat a shoe. Less creepy and just as blind.
Yup, it’s Palmer. That’s because they’re apparently constructed of shortening mixed with cocoa powder. Or some kind of powder. And a special “tastes like Palmer fake chocolate” flavoring.
Godiva, though . . . well, that’s a bunny of another species entirely! Mmmmm!
Lindt gives me migraines, but Godiva doesn’t. I wonder what the difference is?
Lint (from bellybutton):
Godiva:
Where’s the chocolate?
I keep reading the title of this thread as “Catholic bunnies.” 