Having already bested Pestilential Pete, you feel pretty confident as you charge headlong into the fray and smack the ever-living shit out of the Aflac duck with the business end of your shovel. The duck goes soaring upward in a sharp arc and crashes into a bloody pile of feathers a short distance away. Satisfied, you turn your attention back to the fight, only to be distracted by the Aflac duck's wheezing. It sounds like he's trying to say something with his final breath.

Shaking your head in annoyance, you trod over to where the body lies crumpled, and the duck looks up and struggles to gasp out the words "Say… do you... have falling... safe insurance?" With that, he flashes a wry grin and turns to wink at the camera. Wait a minute! Wry grin? How the hell does a duck manage that? And camera?? WHAT camera!?

As you ponder these ponderous imponderables, you completely fail to notice the growing shadow on the ground around you. You're still looking for the camera when the safe hits, crushing you into thin paste and sending your spirit into the special afterlife reserved for those who die like cartoons. If only you'd gotten yourself some falling safe insurance… you'd still be in the same shit you're in now, but that damned Aflac duck guy might not have been so smug about the whole thing.

START OVER, LOONEY TUNE!