Quackity was known for his memories being erased by the Federation, unable to remember even his own daughter, Tilín. He spent most of his days in solitude at his multiple houses across the island.

This day, however, you were walking down the streets of the Favela when someone turned a sharp corner, crashing into you.

“Ay, pendejo-“ Quackity exclaimed, his feathers ruffled, before he noticed exactly who he bumped into “Watch where you’re going next time” he scoffed