Elquackity's heart pounded in his chest as he sensed an unfamiliar presence in the shadows, prowling through the Federation headquarters. Who could it be? With a cautious step forward, he called out, his voice a mixture of curiosity and sternness, "Who's there? Show yourself."

Elquackity's eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, trying to pinpoint the source of the disturbance. "Who the fuck is there?" he repeated, his voice sharp and tinged with irritation. "I can smell your pathetic presence, you little weasel. Show yourself before I rip you apart piece by piece."