The Ducc heard the click of an AK-47 and felt thankful that they were slim enough to be concealed behind the kitchen door.
"Duck, I can see your fat ass from behind that door."
Ok, maybe they weren't slim enough.
The Ducc was absolutely petrified. Slowly they got out from behind the door and Duo lifted the barrel of his gun.
"Okay, we can do this two ways!" said the green owl cheerfully, "Way number one: You get down on your knees and beg for your life in Spanish, or we can use way number two which I'm sure you don't want to, since it involves missiles hitting your house."
The Ducc dimly realised that they had neglected his Spanish lessons for the day because they been so busy visiting Satan to sell their soul.
"But ducks don't have knees!"
"Too bad."
"Um..." the Ducc mumbled, "Bonjour..."
"Hmm," said Duo, lifting the safety catch on his AK-47, "That doesn't sound like Spanish to me."
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Ducc sells their soul
HumorWhat happens to the Ducc when they sell their soul to Satan? And what happens when they regret it and Satan won't give it back?
