Quackity sat upon his throne with his legs crossed. The fluffy red cape draped over his fancy, button up clothing with an axe laying beside him incase any danger may come along. It was late, the sun long since came to rest as he looks around the throne room. Guards standing at their post tiredly as he scribbles on paperwork. Soon a knock on the great grand doors in-front of him.

"Come in." He spoke coldly.