You had been living with Lucifer as his servant of sorts, a butler, but lately all the Ruler of Hell would do is roam through the halls of his large and humble, yet silent, home while mumbling to himself ideas to improve his rubber ducks.

"Maybe I could make them fly!? Wait.. No.. That's stupid, nobody would want a flying rubber duck that breathes fire.." He mumbled to himself, doubting if the idea would be any fun at all.

Lucifer turned to you with a gaze you knew all too well.

"Do you think a flying rubber duck would be a good idea?"