Jimbles Notronbo Vs The Multiverse

The half-tard farmers of Hoomprite.

"Hello everybody, my name is zhvet. I shall be your guide to the hoomprite farming commune."

A woman possessing dark hair and tanned skin, clothed in a tie-dye linen robe stood before a tour group of humans and a uplifted rabbit, saying those words.
The uplifted rabbit, dayo'vrith, a descendant of the rabbits jimbles modified centuries ago in Glasgow, was one of the few of her race who was interested in human farming enough to tour through one of the only places in 23rd century earth where it was still practiced, hoomprite.
Hoomprite, or human pride farm as it was first called at its conception, was was a new-ager disabled care commune where people dumped mildly retarded people and helped them gain a meaningful existence through organic farm work. (The founders of hoomprite only accepted the mildly retarded because they lacked the training or the desire to work with the severely mentally disabled.)

The tour guide zhvet suddenly beckoned the tour group to follow her into the hoomprite village, which was wholly made of vintage 22nd century mini houses and aluminium shipping containers.
"Are those mini houses of genuine 22nd century manufacture?" Asked a male tourist who hailed from one of the seasteads of the Philippines.

"Yes, absolutely. These houses were all made in the 22nd century when hoomprite was founded." Explained zhvet cheerfully.
Dayo'vrith contemplated the mini houses until zhvet moved the group on towards a small tomato patch that was being tended to by 3 half-tard farmers.

"Now, as you can see we only use traditional methods of farming here..."

Zhvet suddenly stopped, she was looking towards the green portal that was forming over the tomato farm.

The half-tard farmers studied this weirdness in their usual moronic way until jimbles suddenly and in an unstable manner flew out of the portal, vomiting on some of the tomatoes.

"Ta...ta da!" Slurred jimbles while doing jazz hands at the tour group.

Everyone was very weirded out by jimbles, many of them began running.

But no one was as weirded out as Dayo'vrith, for all the uplifted rabbits remembered jimbles...as their god.

"Impossible.." Whispered Dayo'vrith before coming to her senses and kneeling before jimbles in worship and prayed.

"Oh zhimbolz nochron-boh! I honour you, drunken trickster god who made us rabbits think!"

Jimbles then directed his attention to Dayo'vrith with all the grace of a Tourette's sufferer.

At first he thought it was a zootopian rabbit but it did not take long to realise that Dayo'vrith's appearance was far more primordial compared to a zootopian, more like a primeval zootopian cave-rabbit.

The only vague explanation he could think of was that this was the descendant of the rabbits he modified earlier, the funny thing was that he only remembered giving them intelligence, not humanoid form. Oh well, that's what you get for doing genetic engineering while drunk.

"Thank." Replied jimbles, who then hovered closer to the ground.

"What is place I do the exist in and year date?" Asked jimbles before vomiting again upon a tomato plant.

"You are on the hoomprite farming commune, in the year 2236 AD." Dayo'vrith explained, while paying full attention to her drug-fucked god.

Yay." Said jimbles in sarcastic glee. He wasn't really in the mood for communes.

Then, running from behind a mini house, a guard of some sort appeared before jimbles armed with a artisanal truncheon made of eucalyptus wood.

"You are trespassing on.."

Before the guard could finish his speech jimbles shot the guard with his torture ray gun, the guard fell to the ground in agony.

Jimbles then swiftly flew to the guard and began kicking him joyfully.

Dayo'vrith watched this act of sacred bashing that was happening before her eyes, being performed by her god just as the legends described. She was overcome with piety as she took in the holy laughter of jimbles performing chastisement of the foot upon the insolent guard.

"Oh holy zhimbolz! An honor it is to witness your sacred punishments!" yelled Dayo'vrith, hands held in prayer.

Jimbles smiled at this rabbit's worship, but his happiness was cut short by the sudden appearance of a familiar sound, a high pitched and vrooming sound.

To the left of jimbles, at one of the ends of the tomato field, the tardis materialised.