Seventeenth spell [voice]

[magicalquack]

Magica!

What's the idea of dumping stuff at me?! And you ripped off a feather as well! Forget about me helping you anymore, you witchy little-- [The rest of the voice post is just a lot of incoherent quacking.]

[After he runs out of breath, he's silent for a few moments before switching to text.]If anyone knows how to remove yellow paint, tell me

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[thunderknives]

I'm sure you've never looked better.

[magicalquack]

Oh, bite me!

[thunderknives]

Well I am rather hungry.

[magicalquack]

I didn't mean that literally!

[thunderknives]

You should've been more specific, my appetizing little duck.

[magicalquack]

How many times do I have to say I'm not food?!

[thunderknives]

Hmm, what was that? I was getting my plate ready.