The SAS, the SOG (special opperations group, police) and the Victorian Police decide to go on a survival weekend together to see who once and for all is the best. At the briefing they are told their objective is to go down into the bush and catch a rabbit, returning with it ready to skin and cook. Night falls. First up - the SAS. They don night vision goggles, drop to the ground and crawl into the bush. Absolute silence for 25 minutes, followed by the unmistakable muffled "phut" of a single gunshot. They emerge with a large rabbit shot cleanly between the eyes. "Excellent!" remarks the Officer Commanding. Next up - the SOG. Smear themselves with camouflage cream, and charge down into the bush, screaming "Hut, hut, hut", their trademark cry, at the top of their lungs. For the next hour the bush rings with the sound of rifle and machine-gun fire, stun grenades, thunder flashes and blood curdling war cries. Eventually they emerge, carrying the charred remains of a rabbit. "A bit messy, but you achieved the aim; well done", says the Officer Commanding. Lastly, in go a group of Victoria's finest, finishing their cans of beer, walking slowly, hands behind backs whistling. For the next few hours, the silence is only broken by the occasional crackle of a walkie-talkie "Sierra Lima Whisky Tango Foxtrot One, suspect headed straight for you..." etc. After what seems an eternity, they emerge escorting a Wombat in handcuffs. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" asks the incredulous Officer, Take this Wombat back and get me a rabbit like I asked you five hours ago! So back they go. Minutes pass. Minutes turn to hours, night drags on and turns to day. The next morning, the Officer Commanding and the other teams are awakened by the police, still holding the handcuffed Wombat, now covered in bruises with one eye nearly shut. "Are you taking the piss out of me!!??" asks the now seriously irate Officer. The police team leader nudges the Wombat, who squeaks: "Alright, alright, I'm a f!@#in' rabbit!"