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![]() The Gender-Ambiguous Duck sees you trying to tackle his fellow duck, and gazes upon all three of you. You all turn into turkeys.
This duck is still winning... and is still a jerk for turning people into turkeys. ![]()
![]() Done, you have 1d3+1 ducks for dinner. However, what you didn't expect was for me to be alive still. The dinner becomes a horrible disaster as all the dinner attendees become turkeys as I look at each one of you. I wish for world peace... For ducks (you horrible duck-hunting sacks of pointless meat.) |