For a long long time, Wilbur had been victim of these violent voices that sometimes appeared in his head. They would go on for hours, trying to instigate him to commit crimes, kill people...

'Kill, Kill, Kill, Blood, Death..' Unfortunately, the voices were too strong. This time, they had won.

Wilbur grabbed a gun and pointed it at Quackity, his eyes showing madness. Quackity flinched, his eyes wide. Q: "Wil, wha-" W:"What's the matter, life's flashing before your eyes, dear?"