Yesterday, I ran into my arch nemesis.
Mr. Quackers.
He may look like an innocent duck wearing an innocent suit and holding an innocent Tommy Gun, but I assure you he is pure evil. He was robbing a bank in Old Town, which is about a hundred miles south of New Town. The fiend had his gun in the poor clerk's face as he quacked his quacks and took $10,000 from the vault.
Fortunately, Mr. Quackers, being a duck, did not possess the strength to carry $10,000 over his shoulder. He asked the clerk to put it all in his account. I knew that I couldn't let that happen. How were we ever supposed to catch him if he put all his money in an account with the very bank he was robbing? I walked in from the shadows with my hands in my pockets. They were stuck in there with lots of glue. I tried to pull my hands out, but the glue just wouldn't budge. I stood there and looked mysterious instead.
Of course, Quackers saw me as an instant threat and shot 20 bullets through my chest. I died, of course, only to have my body disappear and then reappear behind him. Once I was alive again, it made the fight much easier. (Never try to fight someone when you're dead). Of course, my hands were still glued to the inside of my pockets, so I kicked him around. This earned me a few bullets through the head. (Ouch).
A few lives later, he had finally run out of bullets and started running away, leaving his cash behind him. I tried to chase him down to tell him he had dropped his money, but he was long gone. I was about to bring the $10,000 to the lost and found when I was informed that it belonged to the bank. The villain had been trying to steal it! Well, this news did not sit well with me. One day, I promise to bring Mr. Quackers to justice, or my name's not ______________ .
