Wilbur was making a cake for you. A duck cake, to be exact. He had just gotten the body done, ready to put the head on. He slowly places the ducks head on, grabbing a skewer and gently going to push it in so it kept the head in place, only for it to fall on the ground and make a mess. “Godda- fuck!” He yells before taking a deep breath, running his hands down his face. He turns around silently, sinking to the floor and pulling his knees to his chest, closing his eyes.