You glance around wildly for something to help the Toilet Duck with. In the corner of your eye, you spot a stack of blank paper lying unattended on a bench you didn't notice before. You have a flashback to your youth - it seems like you've been having a lot of those lately. But this one doesn't end with you lying on the floor in the fetal position, pounding your temples with clenched fists while screaming I'M A GOOD BOY, I'M A GOOD BOY. You recall... shop class. You hated shop class, but you were damned good at it. As you run over and pick up the paper, it seems as if a magical force takes hold of your hands, making them recall the old motions with perfect clarity. In a blur of fingers, you fashion a massive army of...
...origami ducks! While the three duck titans taunt each other in preparation of the inevitable onslaught, not noticing you, you quickly deploy the little paper mallards in a wide circle around them. Leaping into the bushes then, you put your hands around your mouth like a trumpet and shout in your best Daffy Duck impression: "YOU'RE SWURROUNDED! YOU'RE SWURROUNDED!" There is a sudden break
in the three ducks' posturing. They look over the army you crafted...
but only the Toilet Duck notices you poking out of the bushes. He gives
you another fierce wink. The other ducks, however, are not so
perceptive. Despite the fact that the Mack-Mack duck leaves a trail of
fire wherever he goes, he's mack-macking in a frenzied panic, stumbling
around and looking for a way out. When a sudden gust of tropical wind
blows one of the origami ducks over, he utters a triumphant mack
and bolts through the hole in your defense. You haven't seen the
Mack-Mack duck since.
He's dressed in a giant
duck suit and he's a crying mess, but there's no doubt about it, it's
him! You rush out of the bushes and join the Toilet Duck, standing over
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