So the duck, see? The DUCK!?! After an amazing foot experience, the duck had nothing to do. So the duck went to a psychic to see what he should do. So the psychic told him "Quenten (his name), you should go skiing!". And Quentin said "Skiing?" Then he had sex with the psychic. For two years straight. Well, at least it was something to do. After 1,006 orgasms, ze duckie went skiing. He questioned skiing? all the way down. Finally Quentin reached the skiing resort in Saudi Arabia, very tired. So, before some snow adventures, the little water creature took a nap. When he woke up, twenty minutes later, a terrible realization dawned upon him.... he can't ski. So he asked around and found out that there was a magical skiing fairy, deep in the underground caves. He traveled for 6 days and then came across one cave that was glowing pink and had the scent of cut wood. He knew this was his answer. Bravely venturing in, Quentin was soon gazing at a floating, two foot tall male fairy. With toes. The fairy said in a deep, booming voice "SKIING?" and Quentin meekly stated "BLASPHEMY! I've never heard of that sport in my life!" The skiing fairy stared at him coldly. The fairy stated in a wavering voice "Be GoNe" and after a bright flash of light he found himself in Somalia amongst all the little black children. Being but a white duck, young Quentin felt so out of place and he... LOVED IT! What an attention whore! Some of the children walked up to Quentin and asked his monicer. (name you ass) He said in a rich regal voice "I am Quentin or the slayer of dragons, the befaller of kings, The mortal enemy of cheesecake and above all bad ass of the northern lands." One child said "Justin forgot his other quotation marks."  then he was punched in the leg. The leg soon became infected and had to be amputated. It still hangs on a board on Quentin's mantle. Well, anyway, two of the poor children took a liking to the duck. One was named Fuck, and the other was named You. After a couple days of fun and adventure, Quentin let out a sigh and stated he wished he was home. Suddenly he was home, only his home wasn't as it should be, it was inside of a whale!!! Needless to say this was quite a predicament, so Quentin did some quick brainstorming and remembered what his good friend You advised him to do when Quentin asked what he should do if ever this may happen. He threw up repitedly until the whale threw up, too, with Quentin's house. So Quentin + his house, while covered in vomit, all was well, but he still had nothing to do.

The END