You dart towards the exit, ignoring the frantic tweeting of Poolcheck's whistle.
Out on the street you run into you kid in a black hoodie sweatshirt with a heart on it. "Watch where you're going!" he snarls at you.
"Sorry!" you say. "It's just that I just saw talking ducks, and they-"
He looks at you in surprise. "Talking ducks? What are you, an idiot?"
"Are you wearing eye shadow?" you ask.
"It's eye makeup for men!" he huffs. "What's this about ducks?"
"It was inner tubes! Plastic ducks! I was all, like, wha! And these ducks, they begged me to free them!
"And then they-"
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