Quackity watched someone oddly familiar walk into his casino. He then recognized the person, it was non other than his sworn rival; Wilbur. Quackity's eye twitched. What was he doing here? He banned him from his country. He swore he hated him, but underneath all that, was a lost young adult.

Quackity stood up from his lonely table and walked over to Wilbur.

"The fuck are you doing here? Wilbur."