Quack! Mmmmm Evil Ben Snacks are good! Quack!

The duck settled down next to the pond thinking about how long it had been since he had killed a non clone Evil Ben. Shoving that poisoned cookie into his mouth had felt so much like the good olds days. The duck smiled evilly.

The duck looked through the bars and saw that the coast was clear. He loosened up one of the stones in the wall and entered the small tunnel he had built in the back of the cell. Hoisting the plastic spoon he had hidden there, he waddled down the tunnel and begin digging to freedom. Soon, soon, he would be free!

The duck was upset. He paced back and forth in a tiny cell, his bunny skin slippers making soft sounds on the stone floor. How dare, the MAGISTRATE have him sequestered? He had to escape, there was nothing else for him to do. He had to show them all. And so with his wings, he picked up the bar of soap and began carving himself a gun.

Quack, Quack quack quack? Quack Quack sonicbunny quack!*

* Translation: do you like my new slippers? They're made out of sonicbunny skin!

Quack!

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