Part 46: Duck 2: The Duckening
Back on track! [Mar 26th, 1011|3:17 pm]
[Current Mood| vindicated]
[Current Music|Judas Priest - Midnight Leather Backdoor Intercourse]
At 5:00 am, Colt kicked my door down. Still in her Oakleyman brand jammies, she dragged me out to my front yard to look at the tree she planted.
Why don't you stay here and watch?
I- I wasn't, hey! I wasn't being... and now you're camping under it.
I can't wait to see the moment when it gets bigger!
While Colt sat in the mud, watching the tree closely, I decided to work on some Ducken training.
Please don't die, please don't die, please don't die, please don't die, please don't die, please don't die, please don't die, please don't die, please don't die, please don't die.
HAHAHA YES! This is more like it! Come on, ducken, let's see what else you can do now!
I don't know how he did it, but Whatthef somehow stopped sucking overnight. Maybe it was my constant encouragement. Maybe it was the amphetamines I slipped into his fish. We'll never know.
I am so happy right now, I could cry. We spent the next few months training and bonding, my ducken and me. Colt still insisted on watching the tree grow.
How long are toucans supposed to live?
But it's your bird.
Yeah, but I dunno.
Coltia sleeps with the fishes.
Stop doing that!
Fine, I'll train my ducken some more. You just watch the grass grow.
It's a tree, ok?
Look at that. Just, look at that. I could not be more proud of him.
Whatthef fell apart again.
God damn it.
I'll spoil you.
What does that even mean?
I... I got nothing.
Moving on... There's another tournament this week. I think Whatthef actually stands a chance this time.
Hmm... Maybe. What do you guys think? Should I enter him again? And if so, which tournament?