Damn that Mack-Mack duck! You're so close to your goal and now a stupid duck's head on legs is going to get between you and the treasure? NO WAY! You swing your shovel through the air, connecting solidly with the Mack-Mack duck's head. POW!

Two things catch your attention. One is the agonizing jolt that shoots through your arm as the shovel impacts with the duck, informing you that the bone has snapped like a twig in about five places. The other is the fact that the Mack-Mack duck stays right where it is, the shovel's metal folded around him in a handsome little Mack-Mack-mold.

The Mack-Mack duck throws you one glare of icy death, leaps at you in a flurry of feathers, and you don't even have time to... OH GOD NO!

AAAARGH THE PAIN, IT'S SO...

GOD!

PLEASE END IT NOWWWWW!

BY MY SOUL, THE AGONY I-IT'S BEYOND ANYTHING I EVER

ON A SCALE OF ONE TO TEN THIS WOULD BE EIGHTEEEEEEYAAAAAGH!

WHY!

WHY DOES THIS TREMENDOUS PAIN LAST SO LONG!

CAN A GOD BE THIS CRUEL!?

MERCIFUL DEATH, PLEASE EMBRACE ME!!

GAAAH!!!

ARE YOU DONE WITH ALL THE DRAMA NOW? GOOD. START OVER!