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.