You sneak into Las Nevadas. Knowing damn well that Quackity, the president of Las Nevadas, made it clear that you’re not welcome. Due to the fact that you blew up L’manberg, the nation you created 2 years back. You sneak into a casino and walks over to the bar, ordering a beer and leaning your elbows on the counter. You suddenly get a painful slap to your cheek from none other than Quackity himself.

“Wilbur, what the fuck are you doing here?! I told you that you’re banned!”