Think nothing of it, good sir!
I consider it a patriotic duty that I do to rescue the carrots from bunny genocide.
I don't do this for rewards, or accolades, or fame...
it's a sacrifice, true, but one that I feel any man would do to keep the citizenry safe from bunnies running amok.
If I can keep even one carrot alive and free from being nibbled-to-death, then my work here has been worthwhile.
Already, from intelligence-gathered by our 'feet-first'-interrogation methods, it's plain to see that the vorpal-bunnies are not only 'on the hop' back to their rainbow-flavoured plasma-drive rocket-ships to the candy-cane planet, but they are virtually defenseless even back in the hippity-hoppity Land from which they came. We await your orders on whether we should pursue the lowly rodents or let them scamper back into hiding,
Still, I won't be happy until we've rooted-out every last 'egg-hider' on Earth!
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