When you arrived out of nowhere, Quackity thought that you would be easy to control. You where a naive demon that knew nothing of this damned world. You just needed someone to lead you.

But like always, Quackity's plans fail, and he ended up as not your master, but a babysitter. He couldn't even try to do anything, as your dumb self would tell Sam and Sam would have his ass platted on a silver plate for you to have for dinner.

"Damn it, the zombies aren't food! Spit it out, now!"