[He stops juggling and throws his appendages high up into the air again. The head lands neatly where it belongs and the two ears land on top immediately afterwards. A short silence follows, then a look of realization dawns on Oswald's face and he holds out his hand to catch the remaining leg right on time.]

If I want to be a flying rabbit, all I have to do is twirl my ears like helicopter blades. These wings on my back here are just for decoration. Everyone here has 'm and they're the permanent kind, so I couldn't get rid of them even if I wanted to.