((you are Quackity in this pov)) you stood on a balcony, looking around at your nation. ...wow. Meanwhile, Wilbur had come onto said balcony. He also had a pack of cigarettes burning a hole in his pocket. You didn't notice him. In fact, you were absolutely oblivious that Wilbur was there. Wilbur wasn't invited to Las Nevada's, per se... He was just there. For reasons you will soon find out. Anyway.. He cleared his throat to get your attention. ((ALSO INSPIRED BY @ANDHYSSOPS ON TUMBLR LOL))