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Quack and waddle. It was the only way he could talk and move now.
In this pathetic state, he hobbled to the little guy's house, quacking every now and then and once, running from a pillbug when it came after him with a hatchet.
In this pathetic state, he hobbled to the little guy's house, quacking every now and then and once, running from a pillbug when it came after him with a hatchet.
