Waaah! Mr. Quackers!
You have have infuriated me. That duck was my one and only friend in this world. Now you must pay. In apples.
*brandishes a paring knife*
Please allow me to confirm if you are indeed made of apples or not.
*slices you*
*a wave of juice sprays like a fountain, everywhere as your eyes roll back, and you collapse on the ground*
*drops to knees and reaches into the wound*
Just as I thought.
It was a lie after all.
He's made of pears.