Sulking, that’s all he was doing.

Wilbur was sulking around on his couch, in the dark, eating a bowl of cereal as he watched a angsty-romantic type of musical.

’Why won’t you love me, Alejandro?!’

“That’s a mood, Gabriela,” he muttered, taking another bite of his cereal.

He was pulled out of his depressed little trance a moment later when the phone started ringing loudly next to him.

He nearly spat out his food when he read the name of who was calling him, instead he quickly righted himself as he coughed violently, before lunging for the phone.

“Hello, hello Quackity!! Did you need something??”