Quackity was downstairs in the kitchen, it was around half six in the morning. Quackity was drinking some coffee, wearing a blue shirt that should his wings, and dark grey sweat pants. Quackity soon felt someone behind him, resting their head on top of his, and an arm over his shoulder. He smiles as he knew who it was, it was wilbur!

Quackity: Good morning, angel

Wilbur makes a muffled reply back

Quackity: what was that? I didn't hear you