Carrie feeled something weird: a intoxicating, sensual, feminine smell... at least for a toon. She could not believe that a smell like that could be soooo sensual! But...
"Hon, I decided. You have a sooo good smell. Now I can christened your toon self."
"What?", John questioned.
"You have a butterscotch smell... That's it! Your name will be Butterscotch The Rabbit!"
The attendant giggled and hitted a little on the keyboard, and a engraved ID with "Butterscotch" written on it has came from nowhere to the hand of John, now Butterscotch. For some wicked reason, John filled the name cool, sensual and funny.
John, now Butterscotch giggled a little: "Butterscotch... I liked it!"
"So... Christen me! And you'll have some toony adventures!"
John, now Butterscotch thought a little.