Over the years as a crime fighting detective, Ducky has gotten weary. His life long chase of Antius is finally reaching its halt, for Anton cannot be captured by this mere platypus. Ducky has gotten old, his rock hard abs replaced by layers of bulbous and festering shit, and he has began the consumption of the drugs he once tried to keep away from the zoo in the name of cleanliness.
Ducky starred into the mirror at himself and didn't like what he saw. Before him was not the man nor duck he wanted to be, but it was in fact his own worst nightmare. Unable is he to protect the zoo and its fair creatures, and his lovely dame, the elusive polar bear, has slipped away from his fingers. Ducky's life flashed before his eyes: his friends and enemies making themselves known to our hero before parting away in a final flash. A tear brought itself to Ducky's eye and traveled downwards down his face.
Ducky inhaled a large gust of wind and exhaled quietly. He closed his eyes and crept into his own domain: the one place left unchanged after all these years. His only place of solitude away from creatures such as Larry the Lion. He grabbed a long and fat cigar and proceeded to cigar with it, thinking of what his life has spiraled down into. He did not like it.
Before he would awake, he made a single promise to himself: change his ways, never give up, keep on fighting. He thought to himself: "this is far from over, Antius, but Antius wouldn't fall for this shit." Because if there's a will.
There's a weigh.
Ducky starred into the mirror at himself and didn't like what he saw. Before him was not the man nor duck he wanted to be, but it was in fact his own worst nightmare. Unable is he to protect the zoo and its fair creatures, and his lovely dame, the elusive polar bear, has slipped away from his fingers. Ducky's life flashed before his eyes: his friends and enemies making themselves known to our hero before parting away in a final flash. A tear brought itself to Ducky's eye and traveled downwards down his face.
Ducky inhaled a large gust of wind and exhaled quietly. He closed his eyes and crept into his own domain: the one place left unchanged after all these years. His only place of solitude away from creatures such as Larry the Lion. He grabbed a long and fat cigar and proceeded to cigar with it, thinking of what his life has spiraled down into. He did not like it.
Before he would awake, he made a single promise to himself: change his ways, never give up, keep on fighting. He thought to himself: "this is far from over, Antius, but Antius wouldn't fall for this shit." Because if there's a will.
There's a weigh.
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