The larger looking Duck to the right of me had the nerve to say-(to my face!), Quack. I know, unbelievale: immediately I responded like a Tiger pouncing on some small and soon-to-be Supper. Quack Quaackkk I exclaimed; I was in no mood for nonsense!
I saw it in his eyes; This mother-ducking Duck was about to Quack right back, so I assured my rebuttal was well understood before he could finish Quacking back. I don’t take disrespect lightly, especially from the lamest duck at the pond!!
So lame; this Duck gets NOO BREAD- at all! He’s what is officially known as a Beta Cuck-Duck. If he pushes me around, well let’s just say its not a good look...
Emm no entendi