Penny Nickels opened wide for another big bite of a scrumptious cookie left over from the legislation meeting. “mnnumf, mmm.” she explained to noone inparticular. The TV was on pretty loud so she didn’t hear the quack-quacking at first. Another morsel entered her mouth as a bear on the television tried to coax her into buying a pregnancy test.

*tap tap*

“What was that?” Penny asked noone inparticular, but this time noone inparticular got blasted with cookie crumbs.

“Issya wors’ nightmaya, trick.” But it wasn’t her worst nightmare at all. It was way worse than any nightmare she’d ever had. It was Duckhook. Duckhook flew down out of the rafters sporting his new Wolfhook thong and slashed Penny’s face into little bits.

During the next several minutes, Duckhook carefully carved a message for the local legislative body. It read:

DIE WLFHK CNSPRTR!

When Duckhook finished up, he took the cookies and sprinkled them on the bloody message like glitter, because Duckhook believes that if you’re going to do something, you do it all the way.